try the new Eagle Street Pier all nighter
combined with
trying to sleep outside among that her
grand cities might will
tell of the night but
not among those whose dream pill
was that which has no clair-audience
among real believers
so while I know she's a good one
cop but that I am of
best another not so connected with blood
who stakes out the situation
of what happens when
somebody whose trying to sleep out
and becomes moved on
is first found out by and advised of
the best route to so safely
by somebody or other's building security
shalom belong and salam but

That is to say precisely
That one day it will can only be
The corruption among Queensland
Who is it but
Between the police and law society
With some bent psychiatry between
Of corruption already been proven
In the family law arena known of
Always having some no good reason
Defined as a racialism and/or poor sexism's bad luck
For wrongly placing true Christian children
There are in fact enough
Such cases
That the story can only but be displaced as
That of all of Australia
And with all the CIA already having of
Unless it happens to become
That what "Queenslander's" have done
Will be legislatively lawfully and Godly proven
To have longer been corrupt
Than my own presence here among
For the real world real life stories
Have some certain way of defining
What it is which the world will believe
So hi to you all thus
This with my wish for your good luck

Before anybody decides about me
Best learn of the Angus family
Including their prison story
Of the tattoo gun's infamy

Who Would Have Thought Best Not Further This Cause

Who Would Have Thought

Who would have thought
My mother and father have fought
To be fallen unto naught
By their own game
This the same

Who would have thought
My parents so devious
As to fail to realise
When a child was being honest
Is that I own their shame

Who would have thought
That the reason I own of
The old bones that
Rattled parental thrones is
Because of nobody’s fall my own

Who would have thought
Of my failure to fall
Despite one and every and all
Projecting upon ma
Desperation to hate thee

Who would have thought
It was my father’s own game
To falsify his own fall the same
But then become tricked because
My own false line the better cause

Who would have thought
My father was costing
His own falsifications
Of societies required statuses
Wrongly upon me his daughter longer

Who would have thought
That to falsify lust once
Never had I need to fabricate
For those who tried to bribe my father
Obliged me that grace

Who would have thought
That my mother’s blames of
Her daughter she sold to her husband
Were never able to cause of
What she was holding her own costs against

Who would have thought
My own will to never
Let badly matched fucks win
The game of my father’s
Would have left me so stranded

Who would have thought
They did their level best to
Impose upon me the reality they sought
But have failed to and rather
Falsified for me my way into the game of my father

Who would have thought
Might have been Dad
But that
His wife imagined to have had him at
Since she fell into the mirk of false reputations staked upon this grace bidden rest

Who would have thought
Mrs. Catherine E. Marker nee Caling
Might have failed the test
Of what upon her at Dad’s behest
Was the forgiveness forever request

Who would have thought
That everybody in one family
Would manifest such great idiocy
As to fail to see
What protects my children is yet today me

Who would have thought
That those whom have risked all we earned
Are stationed in governmental positions
And hoping beyond hope
To prove their own joke is their yoke

Who would have thought
That unless there is provided real evidence to court
The solutions being founded will prove ungrounded
And a father’s dreams of his wife nevermore blamed
Might prove to be that the whole story is fallen into causing

Who would have thought
That they all care less for the safety of children
Than to have one fuck more blaming somebody’s mother
And when we’ve all finished proving it ain’t my own Mum
There was nobody left to save me my own children’s Mum

Who would have thought
The victory longer done by
The children now running too dry
Who realised before now the score be
Best kept close and silent with me

Who would have thought
That the easiest game to play
Be feigning incompetence
While sustaining good conscience
Who would have thought

Who would have thought
That the simple request of a son
To go easy on his mother at that time of the month
Could have been misconstrued into
A fabrication of his mother being the worst kind of monster

Who would have thought
That such innocence being blamed was
No problem for the parents of the same
Uninvolved as they have been
But for the lies between

Who would have thought

The Crankier Story Never Been Shorter

They Be Ants

If you buy from them
What they stole from me when
A wife prepared to be
Steal only your own
Worst consequentiality

For in me known
Is every and any long grown
Of all death’s facts and figures sown
And by me alone
In my own death known
Will your death be
That I’ll take my own kindly
For to end of the theft you bought from
None need remind me

But as for them
Those who refuse to believe
In any sort of stability
Those without real sensibility
They who are them
Please do join me
In congratulating to remind
Them of what they be
Is plants and birds
Perhaps they trick the word
While the dance of the Ant
And termite their fright
Will they demand of me
Whenever holding my wife key
Thus let them trick me
And in unsettled marriage
Birds will I make of them be
Those nasty mites
Who stole from a flower faery

Yet whose cover story
Be I
And who covers me over
That the cover upon all of
Be how the Ants are defining
Of sanity and insanity
Since Ant definitions upon
The insanity of ages their’s was
Has the worst of all set ups within
That the police fall to doing because

Of the case they are proving
By all their efforts to disprove of
Be the case that whether you win or you lose of
Will prove the real story’s stream serves
Only nobody’s you’ll know of

Who whoever it is
The one wonderful wiz
At defining what reality is
That one who the criminals prefer
To imagine their own nazi type fur
And suck up to the police’s preferred
While police prevent the court’s evidence at law
By stroking the hell holes of politicians before
There ever began reason to fan
The style of whose will ran the man
Might the real evidence we need
Be constantly in feed
By the fact of the court case at all

The truth so covered over
Nobody not true to themselves could discover
That the fear we had to stow was
Nothing you’d know but because
She whose marriage will steel
All our minds to the figuring of what’s real
And the story of time forever thus seal
Might be nobody you know of
The best yet undercover from
Why police attention was
Upon no decoy in me
Yet thus proven the story has she
For to learn and to be
A good mind for the stream
Of transmitting the dream
Need never have been
Lacking intelligence seen
Just willing believe
Let the story flow into its team
Since proven already
By the worthy being lacking in evidence
Is her real worth in the worst of every consequence
Upon all who activate the court case
That the marriage we’ve been
Expected in dreams
And its failure forever
Taken upon my own weather
That she who needed its gather
Thus thankfully now already has married

Therefore those who did
What the real story is
Whether to disprove of
What they fancied not choosing to have
Or wether just because
They like the idea of what it once was
Seem in eternity’s bill
To have rather distilled
Their own thrill
Into condensing the accident
That they did to the moon
Into their own song becoming
The Ant and the Termite’s tune

That is unless
There is someone who’ll save the birds yet

Be what this poem does get
She whose marriage predestined so
Might as well always have known