Shame! Shame! None of you have any courage!: A poem 

None of you have any courage!  Shame! Shame! Is my message!  I am the only one that fought  Even though evil had me in a knot  How easy it is to serve treachery!  That is what you all have shown me  The ones dear to me, only did fear  to displease Prakash Saint Paul, whichContinue reading “Shame! Shame! None of you have any courage!: A poem “

Jashmina, is Delilah what you are?: A poem 

Jashmina, is Delilah  what you are?  I know you are my Sarah,  so why deceive my forlorn star?  To you, I’ve been kind and generous  How come you leave me feeling furious?  I swore unconditional love to you,  don’t you think I should get my due?  Did the evil Left place you under duress?  IsContinue reading “Jashmina, is Delilah what you are?: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery seems greater than my miracles: A poem 

Did I chase the eternally soulful divine?  It just clasped my tree like a vine  How do I know strength in infinite lengths  when subject to all that evil vents?  I felt unbearable pain and unexpressed fury,  yet, I never relinquished my selfless duty  I am aware that sacrifice is my priceless beauty  in theContinue reading “Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery seems greater than my miracles: A poem “

Auntyny Albanese got my maid to smuggle cockroaches into my home. As a result, my entire house is infested with them. The evil fish Albanese reckoned if I would be killing the cockroaches, he would get the advantage. The evil treacherous fish Albanese, from the Piscean deep sea. Ask me what evil Albanese and his devious Labor Party deserve…

Ask me if I want Centrelink’s peanuts and crumbs: A poem 

I flew like a cuckoo that never had flu  I ran like a maverick with only one shoe  I dropped the candle, still had the flame, with no choice too  Though this treachery against me, split me in more than two  I am no laborer, but have tonnes of blood and sweat  The inclement weatherContinue reading “Ask me if I want Centrelink’s peanuts and crumbs: A poem “

Can you hear Allah on the moon?: A poem 

Can you hear Allah on the moon?  Is he a green man or a goon?  Hang the burqa, not your sparring gloves!  The mullah’s chorus is not among your loves  Let the moon be stung by YR4!  And Allah feel it too, crashing his door!  There must be no Aquarius for all of us  EvenContinue reading “Can you hear Allah on the moon?: A poem “