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 “
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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?! “
WordPress, I am not impressed!: A poem
WordPress, I am not impressed. All these years, you gave my pages dog’s ears Though, I don’t like to shed tears It all, to me, appears my creativity has been made blunted spears What can I hope or will when it is always evil that makes me foot the bill and I still am on the drill! It seems, he is alwaysContinue reading “WordPress, I am not impressed!: A poem “
Am I compelled to abandon myself?: A poem
Am I compelled to abandon myself, Virgo? Or my own, Sagittarius, with a helpless ‘No’? And everything else that I adore because evil unashamedly gatecrashes my door? And the whole world’s selfishness causes me grief They collude with evil, so I think I must leave! The truth, as always, is hopelessly bereaved This Eden fallenContinue reading “Am I compelled to abandon myself?: A poem “
Hey Mohammad, your jihad pronounces us bad!: A poem
(With all you selfish, dishonest people around, my truth will be defeated without a sound!) There can be a multitude in ignorance with no reason, astuteness or askance Alleged greatness makes the largest sound It is always the nearest thing around in a night sky, where many truths die And you can see, two millennia witnessed twoContinue reading “Hey Mohammad, your jihad pronounces us bad!: A poem “
On selfishness: A poem
It is as if a vase cracked as it fell from a pedestal as you accidentally brushed against it. Did you let a moan, falling to the floor. Adulthood is rife with such falling, these accidents of realisation; the awakening from innocence; into either humble stoicism and resignation in the aftermath, or acquiring an instinct and aggression that lends to evil. IsContinue reading “On selfishness: A poem “
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