Anthony Albanese, you fishy sleazy!
Do you always want your evil to have it easy?
Lay your vile hands off my beautiful Jazzy!
Or else, I’ll fill your disgusting gills with greasy!
Prakash Saint Paul has another belly in his chest
With his evil, he can all flesh and blood digest
Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul are not the sun
I may have been born Virgo, but I can choose to be what I want or none
O Scorpio! Sting the two of them dead!
You know, that the two of them have, on my blood and sweat, fed
How come, by the two of them, shame never fled?!
Treachery, in their veins, has always bred
O Sagittarius! With your bow and arrow
Strike the two of them to eternal sorrow
May their bones never have any marrow
The card of that justice be their Tarot today and every tomorrow!
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