Trump, do you think I am only here to serve your purpose, when you don’t bat an eyelid to spite me? I have to think about many helpless, vulnerable people who are being systematically defeated by the connivance of the likes of Prakash Saint Paul, Albanese and the Labor Party. And I have also to think of the near and dear ones who are constantly falling prey to their treachery!

A warning to Saint Paul, the moon and deep sea: A poem 

Those who think they deserve undue aplomb  I, God, will deliver you the eternal stink bomb  Do you think you have a very alluring song?  It is noisomely deafening to those who don’t sing along!  And that bodygrabber Paul, who mostly bloodsucks  I swear I’ll make him feel all the most painful arsefucks  If he dares to, with me, eternally, in desperation, muck  HeContinue reading “A warning to Saint Paul, the moon and deep sea: A poem “

Whose middle name is GoPaul?: A poem 

Prakash Gopal, are you the fish’s GopAlbanese?  Or are you, in fact, the moon’s GopAllah?  I have some words to tell ya!  You know, pansies can never be daliahs!  I am sure I strike, with truth, a chord  After all, I am eternal God!  Do I have to decide with my rod  who gets that infamous reward?  The moon may have a sea of tranquility Continue reading “Whose middle name is GoPaul?: A poem “

Hahaha Al, you are whose Pal (private arse lender)? Or is it Paul, you all fish have no balls! Would Allah give you a call, if he, on us, would befall. Me, God is not odd. I’ll make both fish and Allah, both, your eternal drunken party sods!

Albanese’s and the Labor Party’s treachery against me (in collusion with you know who) will make a mockery of them all, even if it defeats me and my armies. Me, God, never goes down on his knees, even if his sacrifice is hijacked by the deep seas. He only hopes to set the deserving free!

Jashmina, what do you think of me…? 

Do you think I’m such a masochist  that I should be perpetually kissed  by treachery and torture all the time?  Are my patience and sublimity my crimes?  That if I endeavour to defend and protect myself  I must be excruciatingly punished without relief or help?  Is that the stuff that me, God, should be made of?  In his duty, he seldomContinue reading “Jashmina, what do you think of me…? “

Saint P, are you fucking off, please?! 

Saint P, please(!)  for all your stealing identities,  Do you pay  copyright fees?  Saint P, fuck off!  How do you continue to morph  between illegitimate vampirism   and bodygrabbing empiricism (quackery)?  Saint P, the world fears  and works against me, it appears  even my friends and dearest dears   your evil treachery adheres   Saint P doesn’t want to suffer for his eternal crimes  His sweetContinue reading “Saint P, are you fucking off, please?! “