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“Don’t choke”/Circular breathing

 

“Don’t choke”/Circular breathing

 

“…greed will eventually consume itself:

 

cometh the desert winds

of change…” – Uncle Kev Carmody

 

TOO RAW FOR THE DIVERSITY CROWD

YOUTH VICTIM BLAME LIKE BAD FAITH

HOW CAN U BE AN ATHEIST

WHEN U DON’T KNOW WHAT GOD IS?

 

Ethics:

A victim of fashion

How do we avoid being performative

To narcissists without memory of Echo, as Rhath knows

Some people just get mad at ya

For being

& doing: “the right action comes of itself own course” (Lao Tzu)

Isn’t that what unity & inclusion in ‘diversity’ is about?

& choose ur approach more carefully

When ur conceited

WHAT IS!

IS MORE IMPORTANT

THAN WHAT

ISN’T!

 

“boundraarz”

If someone got mad

I think “fair play!”

Coz someone attempted suicide

So YES, IT’S A BIT INTENSE AT OUR TABLE!!!

What the fuck?

When do we ever talk about suicide

& preventing it

& how we’re all culpable

That someone can feel unloved

 

Do others really TAKE THEMSELVES THAT SERIOUSLY/SELFISH?

That they dob on us on being TOO INTENSE/TOO RAW?!

Some do

I do sometimes too

But my protest against torture

Is living DEFIANTLY, bravely

WITH & FOR OTHERS!!!

 

Of course as Tom Petty sings

“EVEN THE LOSERS GET LUCKY SOMETIMES”

I don’t know mate

I won the fuckin lottery being here

Break bread

Share wine

“DON’T BOGART THAT JOINT”

Share me shisha

Let’s have a game of pool

As “Good man, Pat”

Said about mum’s Irish dancing (State Champion 1950s)

“Sure, you’ve got the footwork of a Pakistani”

(you understand Pakistani cricketers are good players of spin

Coz they use their feet

As Salim Malik

Before he was muzzled

I’M NOT A FOLLOWER OF MAMMON

& yet we all are except the

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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