Hey Jodie Hard-on, you won’t get my pardon!: A poem 

Hey, Jodie-Hardon; what’s your constellation?  Albanese produces roe; do you produce seamen?  Or is it a fake marriage between pussies?  No gander to pander only stinking goosies?  Labor is a sea of a disaster, not safe arbor  because it is led by a treacherous bodygrabber   Is he, now, desperately trying to swallow me, God?  He’ll get my kicking boot and striking rod! Continue reading “Hey Jodie Hard-on, you won’t get my pardon!: A poem “

Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, Allah and all my enemies use a double-edged sword against me; but I can see the earth sinking under their feet into the deep sea for eternity! And I say Hahaha to Allah; evil spirit necromancer to Cancer; and spy, spy, spider to Pisces! Hahahahaha!

On all the portals that I view, please keep showing me pictures of Anthony Albanese’s wedding with Jodie Hard-on! I’d also like to see pictures of his death-bedding with Prakash Saint Paul, his security guard-on!

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!