Anthony Albanese don’t dare be cunning with me!
There is no love, don’t make it worse, between you and me
Don’t tell me, you don’t your own purpose serve
I gave you a second term, when even the first you didn’t deserve
Your pretense for the Aboriginals, is how your selfishness notes
The `yes vote’ you conjured was to make me the sacrificial goat
You played treachery on me, but I still got you the votes
Because, unlike you, I do my duty. You do it for opportunistic sport
You think you can have the moon from your murky pond
I can tell you that you have fins not a fairy’s wand
My darling Jashmina has no choice but to have you on her frond
But I swear that it will never get me locked in your bond
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