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The Gullah (for Orsen Wells & Martin X & Potok)

                             by Malachi Doyle, Feb 2026


Medicine Singers

My Pen Pal reply tickle Allen

& vitriol Monsanto


washer board 

washing the music

in the suds of life

sweet sweet 

we’ve never colonised someone

so we’re difficult to look at

we haven’t just arrived

as the saying goes

down in chains

starved twas a million

forced to flee from torches

“I will not cease from mental fight

nor shall the sword spell don’t know

haven’t been there

I see it in Waa’s duet xx




  1. Waa = crow sacred moiety most Kulin? Told ya I’m riffin not researching slave killer


Caught b/w 2 worlds

Somethin’s gonna slap/snap

Caught b/w 2 worlds

The real deal & a piece of crap

Fuck gnostics

spoilt bloody rotten

Get Real

It’s here for all to see

So I don’t wanna here about alien communication

Coz you’ve stolen all the gold

One Republic under White god

Who loves box office results

When our prophets are homeless


The deeper travel

Is here on Earth

Stop lying hollywood

What happed to real writers producers directors directors de camera

Roosavelt Years



Be the America I love

Of Cannery Row

To Marianne Moore

Victoria Chang solved a grief

Dance like Russians 

Then Michael James Sammy

Thelonius Monk

Flying solo

On a piana

Vernon Reid Muzz Dizzee D Public Enemy 

Cypress Hill 

Salt n Peppa Madonna talkin about sex baybee Lance Corporal Morrison

There goes the Neighbourhood

Eddie Van David Sam Cook Aretha Mahalia!

Canarican Rumble

Blind Boys of Alabama Shall not walk alone

Nor shall Esther Phillips Sam

Dead Elvis the King

Cash Petty Little 

Emmylou Linda D Hank Diddley

Albert King Jimi Johnny Long John hooked

Zim in like Flynn

You & Allan Jack exploded solemnity over your violence

Like Pollocks Coltranes Burnsides

Nina Mdme 

Forest Glenn is witty close pith like toast in any form

Fishburne & Close

No M to say salutariantondale

Molto bella to Zio Finn


But the waterboardwashboard

Makes u suck my dick

The superbowl chalice

Lost to Pessimism

I hear Geronimo prophecisicing

To Bernstein & Adams

Jim Jarmusch & strangely Devotee

expat like Wim street Spike Lee

Tennessee Williams

Oh Theatocracy & bluff & cheek!

Chicago School Participant Big O

Mum liked Peggy & Sarah V

Me & Fitty

I will always love you

That’s Amore

Don’t explain

Witney & Nina again goddess

Dead Kennedys jelly

& like all modern shitstems

Incest murder rape

The kid of people who think agrarianism is an old thing

The the the ancient future continuing agrarian spake in spirit

In Gridiron coz entertainment needs exist

I like Murphy in Super Bowl

My family

The match has been over 2 hours

A Billion witnesses

Why is Minneapolis still on trial

For being elsewhere?

Scum? melting everwhere in her arms to Los Lobos & Lopez

The chairpeople of the Board xx

& chill to Peppers

Smoking pretty good tobacco sometimes for pipepeace & galvanising gonzo great

Carebear knows

As does Sesame Street

Can’t find a better man

JM’s Questions

& no better than

People

Despite their homocidal maniacs 

Iggy & Ashtons Alexander Fun No?

“David Crosby ur my hero!”

German Town Peanut Butter

Georgian Ice Cream

Missouri Missula

Fish Tacos da bom!

Cola for a hangover

Lady Tabasco Marmelade

Cameo codpiece

Cool sometimes Real

Yellowstone Black Mountain

Back to Back Roll with me Buddy

Don’t shoot

I know what we said about ya in WWII

& so do you

The Black Crowes

Are right in “never losing faith”

As we say here Reconciliation

“Sister Love”

Uphold Rowe versus Wade

It sounds medieval

As Dad heckled Liam Clancy

“you won’t get arrested!”

(thinkin: don’t be a cuitheen!)

What happened to your Chimes of Freedom flashing?!

Instead ur suckin up to Masters of War!

Louisiana Clarice

We know you blackbanned Chaplin buster

Dancin ain’t enough Fredrich

I talk to Angels too

Marchin in with the Saints

I’ve already told ya Issa & Stephen Mitchell’s Tao

Like Gillian Welch & Lucinda Boss

I know where you were born

I was in a Small Town too

Respekt

Come on! xx

Yeah & I wonder why do I keep Fuckin Up too

But like Crazy Horse

I try to make ammends

& fight for Justice & Truth

Like Martin Sheen

Don’t make fun of Stella, Larry

Though the dog was hilarious

Len Knew a broken heart

Whatcha hiding Don?

Man to Man

Mighty Fine Injuns

Listen

They may heal ya

Why did you betray Afghanistan

& Destroy Iraq

Aukus?

Why are you so silent now?

Maybe Tom Wolf or Brett Ellis knows

I could do with some Kentucky Straight Bourbon

But as we say here

“Don’t waste good drink on scumbags”

As one in a million Axel/Foley/Slash/Stir Crazy will take to the bank!

I’m gonna wear a Ducati black cap with its stickers on

in Honour of the Italian Stalion

The words keep disappearing San Diego

As Bob night shift sang

“Rasta na work for no CIA”

Rat Race

& you know those who saw said

Johnny Wild One O’Keoff

Tore em a new one

As we say

A bogan with a library card is dangerous

& I don’t know Islam

I know a lot of Muslims

& they tell me

Insulting another religion’s people

is Haram

Like Australia’s Racial Discrimination Act

Want me to sue ya?!

Neither do ya

I wear Ducati on Lygon Street

Coz I’m a Skip

Shit cunts everywhere

Rich & Poor

Fuckin Pedos

Why do you think I don’t go

To Mass

Catherine McCauley?

Someone I will never meet again

If he’s lucky!

Don’t take tips from homeless

with websites

They’re evil

A good homeless person is safe

Oo wot?

Hit me

Hit me up

If you’re for REAL

No bullshit! Scum

Not the 7th time someone’s pointed a gun at me

Fuck off Rapist!

You need sorting out

With ur orange mask

Still not knowing his place!

& Bish

A rape victim is not a “chick”

Investigate

“Protect the right”

For all the torture we endured

& you didn’t

What was Hiroshima? “Captain”?!

Define Genocide

& give an example

Class

You were not a child soldier Drumpf

Know your place!

3 Flags man

As Gripa says

“Check check,

Check this/dis fool

I’m crystal!”

I can’t tell ya what no comment says

My ears are still ringing xx

Hung Upsidedown mate

My average dick grew an inch

When she said

“I only have eyes for you Malachi”

Still tryin to process feminine energy

But I know it’s good

I’m Australian Irish

With sprinkings of Irish & German

& Fijian Mauritian Jamaican Pan Indian Cockneys will be Freed

But now the tuning of “the guitar that loves me”

Is Duanne Allman

Wise King Soloman

& how can I go a day without Mentioning Lao Tsu? Jesus




Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.


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