Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  If I do They’ll lock me up & so instead I study English & jump through their ever increasing hoops Australia Best Place in the World Bankrolled by abused 10 year olds serving Life Sentences! Yunno Democracy Land of the quiet majority Who elected Scotty From Marketing & if we got a Republic Cam as President Invest & Flip Other peoples’ Land I’m not shittin ya mate I have a memory unlike you goldfish What Adolf Drumpf calls “Locker Room Talk” What’d he say? “Grab em by the pussy?” The leader of the “Free World” Pine Gap Over paid over sexed & over ere. Fact is I quite like Yanks At least they talk A woman from Georgia in the South Hand pumped ice cream without electricity for me Milk Vanilla & Ice A true Christian. Didn’t mind gettin the elbows busy Praise Be xx Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  110 years Wexford Galway Armagh Of course I’m manic It’s fuckin Easter My nigga! Jesus Nailed to a tree For refusing to lie Unlike Pussyole Galileo Recant?! & we’re meant to follow this cunt? Western Science Horseshit Proximity not Causality Or in plain speech: Guilt by Association Or in Australian Law: Mandatory Indefinite Offshore Detention Good night Lutherans What do ya call youself? Atheists Good joke Sartre an Atheist Called it Bad Faith The West! What Uncle Kev calls “The arrogant affluent West.” Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026. Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung Country Kulin Nation. Treaty Yeah! Treaty Now!

  I bet ur not gonna read the poem about Henry Morgan’s homeless Aboriginal raped & beaten mate of mine. Too close to home soft cocks! C’mon Millwall! Get In! Fuck ISBNs for a while 6 books in 5 years & 3000 records is enough for a while I’m makin pamphlets Of course no one’ll pay They want a bigger couch With the right made in sweatshop branding Designer Bach’s nieces & nephews Wrapped their butchers meat In forever lost manuscripts Who? Who’s he? Nice couch Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  Bon How do I listen to TNT quiet? I don’t know how people sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead! Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  Naarm-Ngar-go my arc King Morgan The stone that the builder refused will always be the head cornerstone Great grandson of the rum pirate Who raped slaves & the Indigenous Poisoned em & got em addicted to sugar alcohol But this king is blak I don’t think he knows his first name Few understand Cept he’s been beaten up many times by bent coppers We met the night I saw the sacred crow & I knew my big brother Tim had died We shared a meal 3am I read the poem On The Transcendental at McDonalds The only place open in Naarm We shook hands hugged & I walked back I got home & the text came through from my sister in law As Emmylou sings Gillian: I am an Orphan Girl Maliki A woman’s name Me an introduced species here A guest I now “own” my own home 6 by 10 A space in the air On unceded Sacred Ground The Genocide is accelerating I get barred from places I go “Bad for business” Is common decency Evidently I’m the only one with some English blood like the King Who’s read Orw...

  The land Ngar-go the Empire stole & after the massacres called “Fitzroy” Every week a new planeload of brats Wiping their feet on sacred land The Genocide renewed Scum! Endless seemingly Scum Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  To the spud asking questions Looking for a Utopia — from the Latin for “nowhere” : Peace Is the making of peace Have a safe Easter everybody. Love Mal Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

  To the lactose intolerants: ur all on the cash cow raised on mother’s milk & you won’t serve me what I’ll pay for Only good enough for your ancestors? For millennia Forever live Ngar-go! Fuck Fitzroy Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.