Hey imposter of an Albanese Labor alleged Federal Government, why are you giving crocodile tears of a $87 million to the stolen generations, when all your money is thieved? Why $87 million, you imposters? Fuck off you bloody fishy creeps! May you always have Prakash Saint Paul’s guidance and lust as your blessings for eternity!

I proclaim that the fishy deepsea Leftist Albanese Labour Government is not the Government of Australia. If any media channel calls the shapeshifting, hipswaying, morphing Albanese Labour Government the Government of Australia, I’ll bring on the destruction of that soever media channel, I swear by it!

Hey, you fish Albanese and Jim Chalmers, I curse you to have severe bouts of pain, every time the deep sea tortures me! That miserable creep Prakash Saint Paul may be your conjoined twin for eternity and may your mouths be glued to each other as well!

Fuck you all! You all have no courage to stand up for truth and justice then GET FUCKED! I am going to create A world War! I’ll see to it that Prakash Saint Paul doesn’t get his treacherous way over you all spineless creeps, by annihilating everything! That creepy hipswayer/bodygrabber, Albanese, has been given too many chances by my patience. And that creepy Labor Party has been the victors because of that treacherous Prakash Saint Paul’s complicity with them. I cast them all in to the deepest abyss for eternity! I don’t think anybody who hasn’t the guts to dare Prakash Saint Paul is worth my salt. GET FUCKED!

Hey, Chris Bowen where is Richard Marles? Xi Jin Ping is here to stay? : A poem 

(Hahhahaha!)  Hey Chris Bowen, where is Richard Marles?  Out of towen, or in France’s Arles?  Albanese seems to have left the floor  Do you all see your triumph on the door!  Your snakes of treachery have given you your ladders  Or is it just little venomous adders?  Trump is losing the battle!  It is Xi Jin PingContinue reading “Hey, Chris Bowen where is Richard Marles? Xi Jin Ping is here to stay? : A poem “

Albanese you have a foul fishy Antarctic mouth!: A poem 

Albanese is like the dirt  that always pussy-hides behind other people’s skirt!  Now he is pretending to come to the fore  like a bodygrabber (since ABC freeloaded on Labor, anyway) of twenty-four  And should he shed crocodile tears like before  that he has sheer sympathy, like a shut door  that always is open to corruption and treachery  And he talks of democracy, and being free  YouContinue reading “Albanese you have a foul fishy Antarctic mouth!: A poem “

To my darling, all those I love and my beleaguered armies!: A poem 

I was walking toward a crystalline fortress  where I believed love was destined to be found  It was Lancelot turning his sword over  The forest had passed, somehow, but the mountain remained  And would I be daunted by its steepness?  And would I be able without the steel of my weaponry?  There was a calmness in my soul,Continue reading “To my darling, all those I love and my beleaguered armies!: A poem “

Do I know the art of writing a love letter?: A poem 

Do I know the art of writing a love letter?  Would my expressions sound any better?  If I could feel all my soul’s clutter  be soft and smooth as the most delectable butter?  Would I be a braveheart to call you sweetheart?  Or even dare to drive my endearment to a darling?  Am I to shy to ask you why Continue reading “Do I know the art of writing a love letter?: A poem “

And are we going to lose Jack Horner (Honour)?: A poem 

The little bowwoman at the shipyard  wasn’t its favourite bard  Aries doesn’t grow on trees Does it look like golden fleece? The fisherman in the bowl of lard  was looking for the coast gaurd  For the sharks were biting   it was not just flounder and whiting  The greatest family was in a corner  sitting around Jack Horner  Mum said I am goodContinue reading “And are we going to lose Jack Horner (Honour)?: A poem “

O for the Trumpets of love of Leo, Virgo and Gemini!: A poem 

O love, how can I call on you;  so much between us is held  like a flag that stands in battle  and yet, never seen, because   that amphora we sipped from  at the onset, gave us the Gemini  of our understanding and our spirit   to love silently and distantly in   unspoken exchange of wisdom  so everlastingly! And howContinue reading “O for the Trumpets of love of Leo, Virgo and Gemini!: A poem “