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😘 Lookin good girl!

  Lotta criminals out there! Rich WASPs No Jimmy Stynes, I don’t tell Irish jokes at the Melbourne Club 🖕 A million starved to death. Think we just let that go Eddie?! I saw you intimidate the Tinkers too! Just need to lose a bitta weight 😉 Wouldn’t want to choke on a fish bone? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

“Bad boy for Love”

  I can’t spend 24 hours a day crying. There’s others to think about xx As Johnny Cash says There are some hits I can’t talk about. There’s not enough time to waste. Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

One early time I got “GOT!” 🥹

  Hello, you can call me Mal. When I was 6 years old, I broke my left elbow in half at school. The top half & bottom half were severed. I was sent to the Royal Children’s Hospital for 2 weeks. After 2 operations, I was placed in the ward for amputees. All night I would hear my fellows cry out for their missing arms & legs. I was put on high dose morphine & stayed on it for months. As we know, morphine, an opiate, is highly addictive & when I was eventually taken off it, the withdrawals were severe. I would walk in circles & talk to myself. At school in Grade One (now known as Year One), I had my mouth taped up for talking. Life has been hard for me. I have broken no Law. Yet for much of my life I have been persecuted. I experience what was formerly known as “Shell Shock.” I am healing, I have faith, slowly. The ‘school of hard knocks.’ Lotta things I can’t talk about… Coz contemporary Standard Australian English has poisoned their benisons… Still, there are many...

😘

  nothing wrong with blushing it’s innocent “sex is natural, sex is good…” follow ur nose xx Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

Mate!

  If you smile or smirk or whatever when I tell you she’s abused & homeless & missing, You’ll get a slap!! Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

Fixer

  The mistake people fall into is in viewing that things can be fixed — No, you just make them different Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

Pro

  When amateurs or semi pros turn full time professionals They become stupider Unable to tell a red jumper from a black one Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

Gossip

  If you say Mal, please leave me alone I will But just so you know This is my neighbourhood tourist I live here I don’t have a yard Nor a bedroom Nor a balcony My place is a fraction bigger than a prison cell If I could afford to I’d get a house in the country & talk to the bugs Geez you’d be lonely then You’d have to find someone else to blame For the view in the mirror Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

The struggle — work = technology

  I don’t wanna do this blog anymore Coz I hate computers My best stuff you’ll never see Because my Max Brod Will do as he’s told Or else he will rot in eternal hell But I’m so full of shit I’ll read some Kafka For fun 😊 Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

On being scared — Death to the Tyrants — “Blessed are the Peace Makers, for they shall SEE God!”

  I’m scared I’m dying But the Kafkaresque internet I wanna talk in the flesh 58 years sounds ok Before then, I wanna make an oil painting I want my complete poems & music in plastic form left to either the State or the World or the World’s poor! I house a homeless man — “not a good look” A holiday & get laid once more Then pass the remains onto the next generation To pass on to the future generations I feel imprisoned here I’ve fought to be free all my life They taped my mouth up when I was an abused 5 year old on stolen genocidal land I’ve had enough People gate me like they hated Monet The nigga on your calendar I’ve had enough Firing squad or hunger strike Take your pick Mammon I will live on In all of you I hope you’ll remember your dreams “In dreams begin responsibilties” For Bobby Sands & someone I knew well… Still they won’t get it… But the children will call out my name… “Mal” & in some millennia We’ll finally see a way out off the wheel of death: FREEDOM! ...

You want me to tell you what I’ve seen?

  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.

Easter

  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!

Pamphleteer — Clit Snare

  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.

Happy Easter

  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...