Nice Albanese, does your pussy of a mouth always point to the South Pole?
How did your orgy feel, lifelong, in the waterhole?
Did Prakash Saint Paul swim up and take up all of your slimy womb?
Did he leave any space for more, any room?
What dish do you fancy? you salivating fish!
An evil liar-murderer, Prakash Saint Paul, if you wish?
With such invincible evil you can, both, tell and kiss
How when justice fell behind, was your bliss?!
Opportune is Prakash Saint Paul, early and soon
Both of you are enough to carve out destiny’s doom
Just keep pretending that the two of you are not in clandestine cahoots
So that you both can rapine all with your ravenous sweet tooth
And the laborers will have a farty party, just like Christmas for the laity
There are no labour pains for bearing the evil and dirty
The left is always adept at: Populism is the best policy
May all the jobless and poor keep Centrelink very busy!
montes-musings.blog 