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I ought to be going…going…going!: A poem 

Thank you all, for never acknowledging  Thank you all, for never respecting  There is a pain that I tried so much to hide  But it is taking everything inside (of me)  I just had no glory days with you all…  Never did you care to think about my fragile wherewithal  But I showed strength atContinue reading “I ought to be going…going…going!: A poem “

God, the mythic hero, who wants to go!: A poem 

Deeper than any understanding is the profundity of self  encapsulated in the embodiment of a maverick, a fool!  There is no greater good than the vanquishing of all that you  call good! This lacerated lying theatre has gone beyond his (the Fool’s)  means. The devious drama, this action-packed evil thriller  this malevolent masquerade moored in the Matrix’s monopoly! Continue reading “God, the mythic hero, who wants to go!: A poem “

Hey you fucking deep sea fish Anthony Albanese and Jim Chalmers, may your noses, fingers and toes fall off with leprosy! I have consigned you shameless opportunists for eternity to the Piscean deep sea! Where you will be conjugated with Prakash Saint Paul through your heads and mouths. And I curse that every time I am tortured, you will be tortured ten-fold or a million-fold! And so must Prakash Saint Paul and his brothers and sisters and their families! Fuck you all, dirty cheating creeps!

Hey Coalition, you all don’t torture me! Torture Prakash Saint Paul, not me, he vampirised you all and bodygrabbed you all! I didn’t! I just did my duty! Torture yourselves you creeps, you have no courage; that’s why you all were licking Anthony Albanese’s arse so far! Fuck you all degenerate creeps! You all only want to protect your own arses. Nobody gave me any acknowledgement for the immense sacrifice, suffering and torture I’ve been through. I bloody never wanted a shit from you all in return. And do you think I want the Centrelink peanuts, that is only used against me, so that I have to go through torture day and night! That fucking treacherous bodygrabber Anthony Albanese should have a paralytic stroke, I curse that, for all his villainy against me. I can’t rest even for a moment because of that evil Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me, and what with that my Dad and Jashmina always manipulating me for the benefit of Albanese and the Labor Party! I curse you all to damnation and destruction! I have nobody on my side. You cowards you all fear that sinister creep Prakash Saint Paul so much! Damn you all for eternity for all the torture I’ve been through and am going through!

I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem

Since Prakash Sait Paul will never go to his Piscean deep-sea home, I will never be to any fixed orbit borne You should see why I have never shone Even though every star in the universe is in my planetarium’s dome I am just not going to lodge, though I’m not going to budge, NotContinue reading “I’m just on a road to nowhere!: A poem”

I want that fishy lump of corruption Anthony Albanese to resign this very instant and dissolve the entire Labor Party. I just have no patience left any more! I’m just going to cause wanton destruction! Jashmina, you don’t try to manipulate me anymore, GET FUCKED!! If that Prakash Saint Paul doesn’t go to the Piscean deep sea abyss where he belongs, and continues to commit treachery against me, I’ll curse his brothers and sisters and their families, his ancestors, his mother and father, and the entire Shetty clan to rape, destruction and torture for eternity along with that fishy Anthony Albanese and his family and ancestors! Fuck you all! My patience has run out. I want total destruction! Let the world be destroyed, if the perverts Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese are not destroyed!!! I curse Anthony Albanese to have a paralytic stroke this instant!

You rapist bitch Jashmina, sodomising me all the time. Get fucked with those two fishy creeps Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese into the Piscean deep sea. Since you prefer those two criminals and treacherisers over me. Get fucked with them. I don’t want you anymore!

Hey Labor Party, you are not the Australian Government; and neither is your pot of deep-sea shit Albanese – Australian! You are all bigger terrorists than Hisb-ul-Tahrir! You all should be rounded up and imprisoned for life! I would like Iran to warn you all, like it did Europe, of dire consequences!

What do you call love?: A poem 

Did the origins begin with love,  when God found its profundity,  and its euphoria in its newness;  Did he think it was an eventuality?  Or did he somehow shudder, later,  at discovering the burden of weight   of its emotions, and feel the fear of it?  Would he have anticipated his metaphoric  castration when it was snatched away from him? Continue reading “What do you call love?: A poem “

I knew my soul, and I knew my love, and I knew it was always besieged!: A poem 

I can see the sun hitting the tall steeples  where I squinted my eyes, as a little astonished boy  even wondering that those stained-glass windows  were a profanity. And the shadows of legacy  stalking me, in my innocence, and I discerned  the surreptitious! I am not blinded by whitewashing  from pulpits. I can bring out the devis and devas Continue reading “I knew my soul, and I knew my love, and I knew it was always besieged!: A poem “