The Spiders: a poem about the disturbance to reality checked out now in factual effect correct: eight to make, that bake, we hate, tested by date

THE SPIDERS:
a poem about disturbances to reality being cause by the lies of criminality

The spiders of our nightmaresBe never what they seemYet as they are spidersWhy it might well be mean To hate them into a dreamFor the cooks are savvy (only imaginatively)The screws no navie (apparently)The gardeners unseenBut the rock spider hatedIs only life savingIf in prison you have beenWhen in fact among them Are whoWere in violence Loved intoTelling a screwPlease but I need protection tooFor the definition Of the rock spiders statusWorks on the assumptionBuilt into imprisoned embarrassed sodomised screwsThat every bum-facedEmprisoned inmateMight have no reason toWant to kill youUnless you were so bad as they whoWere caught in the actCharged and convicted a factOf assaulting a child's childhood thatThe whole world is permitted to hate atBut did youOr any man whoAsked to live throughHis prison sentenceProtected from being raped to deathBy other inmates not convicted for such hate thusSince the screws can only assumeAnd might only be fated to doFor the rock spiders whoHad in fact raped a child the truthWhile near by to meLiving locally I seeAre those child rapers whoToo constipated toBe found out by prison inmates whoHave been deluded intoSupposing that A dick covered in shitIs what wisdom is gained throughBut those silver tailed spidersEx-prison inmates whoWere never yet convicted for what they did doAgainst their own child whoWas too deluded therein to tell youSince in their familyThe only safety has beenWhen rapists suffer convictions from More overt violence thanThat against the inner most sensibilityAnd serve their prison terms
As any of the other spiders that bePerhaps as the silver tail
I witnessed on a bus nearby to me
Entertaining his son
Into the delusion
Of victory in sexual abusingSorts of spiders who availThemselves spiking all foodWith addictive substancesIf the rest of prisons abuses were already not enoughAnd oh the big fussThey all make of their hateFor those rock spiders plusThose innocent Among whom Have informed me of such
As what had set them up
As in fact I had been too
Or might never have wanted realise what imprisonment can doAnd will you too realise with me then thatThe abuse many needed protecting from atMight only have been ofRefusing to become whatComplicit withThe whole system in whichThe crimes of some menGo unchecked by imaginingTo cause us all be assumingThat another had committed it
Thus the whole story so saddeningSo will you here too Work as I can throughKnowing in certain truthThat the innocent men so abusedHave been whoWere protecting The rest of societyFrom what they there in prisons Working for organised crime did do
Against every human untoAnd that the multitudeProtecting youAre indigenous whoHave been by far the worst abusedSo cling on toThe crimes various
Minor and often hilariousOnly in part trueAs that which Indigenous inmates strength is toBe forced intoBy those whomHave been trying to force all indigenous men
To prove false evidence
Of their own incompetence
In child protection thisPoem committed unto
Moderations of the delusions uponThe behaviour their own worst fears are throughOf raping childhood’s many but thus no longer trueThat if the force can beThus well displacedInto any other criminal or legitimate faceBest let that be the case
Rather than let the nightmares of child rape
Land upon the heads of who could fall to enact of insteadBetter to realise this mateThat fighting for justiceBy making men into inmatesOf such untold corruptionsTo the humanity of our nation stateCan sustain no legal caseNo matter how many efforts were madeTo imply that those of us who inform you of whyMight be the criminal typeAble to be policed Within policing unchecked and disgracedMeanwhile inside the prisons The spider and insect songs Have been How the brothels which rape childrenImagined that they were fundingThe excusing the crimes
ObsceneOf what costs every lifeFor no more will I be yet another wifeTo men who've been inmates of the prisons in strifeWithout speaking up about these wasted livesBeing spent upon how organised crimeMaintain letting the richest in monetary meansImagine impossible excuses to find
How to maintain their own self esteem
By fabricating their own be mine

While mortgages sub prime
And some exclusive brethren visitation
Somewhat unfortunately timed
To reveal potential imaginative crime
Of projection of false delusionAs to the nature of the find
The real Australian dream fineSo believe in me it now to beTimeThis story is begunTo be told rightEven despiteThat in the knowledge every person alive mightPerceive that death exists by just knowing this
Unable prevent of itsSuch is the fearOf the men whose livesSo beaten downRefused So far yet to tell to you
What might make you complicit to their account through
Your own knowledge in mineNot that they wanted hell they are in to continue
By silence of witness
Thus herein exposed isBut that they wished not for it ever toExpand out intoThe whole society as news
Able be squandered unto
Who might blame of to excuse
Their own crimes aligned But for a mother's need of a real loving husband Will I now here begin to say the truth ofWhat must be ended withFor if the conditions inPrisons are let to continueWill there be no life left with any real valueUnlessThe spiders of our dreamsBe let out into The world that is not as it seemsBut will realise their bites fail not to doBeing the right form of life untoThrough which the exorcism Of the nightmare of child rapeWill be worked out alrightAnd through the mud crabs
The bake
Of more sociable forms
While the truth of the gameThe prawnsThe grubs and the worms Of our mental stormsHave the invertebrates And singled cell creatures mateKnowledge in DNA of living the fateThrough which into deliver those nightmaresOf hate never to enact And of lateThe key to it never happening againThis be found of that factIn being those nightmares gateThe experience of every inmateOf any Australian prisonHas been the terror ofBecoming their own sodomistFor only when engaging inThat most terrible of sins
Of relieving the colon of another so prowled ofAre the perpetrators of child abuseNot imagining to excuse their selves throughSo doBelieve also you whoFear what I write here might well be trueKnow that to End of this night mareOf timelessness underminedWe all just might
Realise that what prison inmates fight
And fear in an un-win-able bind
Is the imprisonment among their mates
Of whom they themselves may have once raped
Any whom ever did perpetrate
Upon any child a rape
That all men therein need the fateTo want of the exo-skeletal dreamingTo be being attuned in just right bindingSuch as that our own humanity in spiteFor the turtle will everBe the evidence of foreverHas the end of all child rapeBeen inevitable
And the spiders in time
Will again outweigh in life
The fact of the existence of rape
For a spider is the place
In which to dictate
Ideas of finding out
What reality is about
By extracting the knowledge
Of any other person’s intimate longings
Thus exorcism’s prediction
Remembered patterns
Defining
Life on Earth worth saving
Economies thus embroiled with
Environment to recondition to this

Never forgetting
My own are the totems
Of Emu and Roo
And a sugar glider too
A pelican, a crow
And bumble bees in tow
The goat eating blackberries
The turtle doth love be
A water monitor’s worth see
A donkey’s ear
Koala’s nose
But mine
A human toe
With saltbush to know
Forests upon forests of Eucalypts will grow
And to the Ant’s Kingdom the throne
Never be spiders alone
Nor ever accurate when known
Be the Rainbow Serpent's this tome