Did I chase the eternally soulful divine? It just clasped my tree like a vine How do I know strength in infinite lengths when subject to all that evil vents? I felt unbearable pain and unexpressed fury, yet, I never relinquished my selfless duty I am aware that sacrifice is my priceless beauty in theContinue reading “Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery seems greater than my miracles: A poem “
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Did Job realise…?: A poem
Did Job realise, that wisdom is no haste? That when he was laid to waste, he finally discovered grace? And though I never thought about winning the race, I knew I was never outpaced My attire and shoes may be unlaced, and if you think poorly of me, just in case, I’ll tell you IContinue reading “Did Job realise…?: A poem “
Really Prakash Saint Paul, how much villainy can you commit? You are the most ingenious criminal in the universe when it comes to treachery!
Goodbye, Everyone!: A poem
Goodbye everyone! I have none! Treachery forever tried to have me undone I never do arrive, but yet I come There is a hidden record in the stars and sun of who are all that is scum I recall all the tales from the most ancient times And I remember all my many lines ItContinue reading “Goodbye, Everyone!: A poem “
Auntyny Albanese got my maid to smuggle cockroaches into my home. As a result, my entire house is infested with them. The evil fish Albanese reckoned if I would be killing the cockroaches, he would get the advantage. The evil treacherous fish Albanese, from the Piscean deep sea. Ask me what evil Albanese and his devious Labor Party deserve…
Ask me if I want Centrelink’s peanuts and crumbs: A poem
I flew like a cuckoo that never had flu I ran like a maverick with only one shoe I dropped the candle, still had the flame, with no choice too Though this treachery against me, split me in more than two I am no laborer, but have tonnes of blood and sweat The inclement weatherContinue reading “Ask me if I want Centrelink’s peanuts and crumbs: A poem “
Can you hear Allah on the moon?: A poem
Can you hear Allah on the moon? Is he a green man or a goon? Hang the burqa, not your sparring gloves! The mullah’s chorus is not among your loves Let the moon be stung by YR4! And Allah feel it too, crashing his door! There must be no Aquarius for all of us EvenContinue reading “Can you hear Allah on the moon?: A poem “