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Would you, or would you not have a clue?  who fanned all the antisemitism, who?  Albanese, Labor, is it not you?  Like you shed crocodile tears, as you always do?  And anyone with an iota of shame  would not make all those excuses, lame  and just resign with all the blame  But Labor never ever knewContinue reading “Albanese, who fanned the antisemitism?: A poem “

I am not expectant of fame and fortune  God is never bewitched by such pangs  I wrote about melancholy without grief in my tune  Humour was the caption of the trees of my lands  I admire the nonsense that makes time brief  You can see there was prolonged toil in my weave  Age is practically a dispassionate sieve  It takesContinue reading “I am not expectant of fame and fortune: A poem “

I thought I’d wake up one morning  and see all the clouds dissipate  the dew turning to nourishing ambrosia  the juices of laughter I deserve  How childhood dissipated without warning?!  Like a circle drawn about so unawares  by the earth around the sun  But nothing tangible seemed to happen  in this seemingly motionless destined course  I recollect all the building Legos of injustice  on the floorscape of myContinue reading “My cities must no longer be rapined desert: A poem “

I am not only Virgo   I have more than the strength of a Virago  The Amazonians taught me how to fight  with all the sting of a jaguar’s bite!  So far, the love and light of patience  hasn’t deigned to too much action  I don’t celebrate birthdays, that I can’t handle  But I certainly know how to blow out allContinue reading “Hahaha! The sharks are falling out with fate!: A poem “

I don’t know if I prefer my tomatoes  red or green; do they come in any other colour?  I dice them and then I toss them in  after the onions go golden. I am left alone  to be my own gourmet and my own chef  But I am aware that the world gets a taste  of the brewContinue reading “I’d rather be the bum that shits out all the scum: A poem “

I can’t ever retreat into the  ghost town of my soul  I am called to take on  too many gunbattles  in frontier haunts.  I must have the agility  of rubber gloves and the  unbendable steel of metal  sharpened by Vulcan himself   I, sometimes, feel I am   in the furnace itself  where the iron boils and is cast.  You can see, whileContinue reading “God manifests as a lowly foot soldier: A poem “

Did they take the thunder out of lightning?  Did they think their conspiracy needed whitening?  How spurious is the war against justice and the nation?  Does a little indignity in youth deserve irrevocable character assassination?  Much of you would also like to have a little vagrant sex?  Are your names altogether clear of an incorrigible vex?  Holier-than-thou is noContinue reading “I can call them out, even if they call bravery out!: A poem “

Why does Saint Paul’s cathedral not have a mural of a fish?  I can imagine that devout “Cat”holics spend their lives  eating the body of a fish! The priest is happy to drink and eat!  Did Jesus publicise Essene secrets, like he did at the Last Supper!  I sincerely wouldn’t fancy my butt depicted in the Sistine Chapel  Michael Angelo did it under duress! I couldContinue reading “On Saint Paul, Popes and the verdict on the arse: A poem “