I just think I don’t have green fingers And, more so, that my inclination to garden pots is just a whim, not a hobby. I just need to plant some focus The greens change with the seasons, You take the plastic around the vegetables from the market stalls, and save it in a drawer forContinue reading “Whether it be green, red, yellow or blue; you all better watch out too!!!: A poem”
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Pauline Hanson, Angus Taylor, please note! I will never forgive Anthony Albanese! Fuck off!
Hey Australian leaders, I’ll have you all playing crows and cranes!: A poem
Hey Pauline Hanson you have the charisma of Richard Branson But would you be a goose and withdraw from letting loose? Would you play advisor to Anthony Albanese’s greasy? The Coalition, as it is, are now having compliance and complementary Complimentary sounds the word, nice and easy for dear creep Albanese! So, we cannot haveContinue reading “Hey Australian leaders, I’ll have you all playing crows and cranes!: A poem”
America: A poem
(Just an after-thought of Simon and Garfunkel’s America) I have some real estate in my heart, does that set me apart? I thought love was so awesome, but did I ever get into the act (or art?) Before I got bowled over, all my love got whacked off the cart! Sometimes, I think freedom hasContinue reading “America: A poem”
Know my prerogative
My true Love!: A reblog
I Couldn’t be bothered being any entity or political party’s frontman. I didn’t commercialise my vocals ever! The ANsy-pansies may not even find a job at Moulin Rouge!
I’ll fuck anybody who tries to undermine me! Be it Trump or any other leader of the world!
A White Rabbit is not for me, please!: A poem
I wouldn’t follow the waist-coated lagomorph who gave his hat the doff That was a signal to follow him down the rabbit hole I don’t take orders, for I am Ole King Cole! The birthday cake was unlike a bitter pill It blew me out over the roof and sill Alice was no wunderkind, sheContinue reading “A White Rabbit is not for me, please!: A poem”
My treasure chest! Oh what a mess!
(Based on the song Budapest by George Ezra) I think I can die for you, but I’d just die anyway! I thought so much of life, and it is still rife with the death of belonging to you. O my castles! My treasure chest in Budapest! Can’t be my nest! How do I know whatContinue reading “My treasure chest! Oh what a mess!”