Must be Labor in the sea beyond Sydney Harbour: A poem 

Hey fish Albanese 

get down on your knees! 

And beg pardon for your treacheries! 

For which I’ll cast you in the deep freeze 

Hey Richard Marles! 

Stick your head in King Charles’ arse! 

You are the answer for a man with Cancer! 

Hey Jim Chalmers, do you know your peso? 

May you have all the pain of Spain 

You are a shark with a bark 

whose bite is always left never right 

Hey Chris Bowen! 

With shame, stick your head in the oven! 

You are not even fit for a witches’ coven 

All the filth with which your mouth is woven 

Hey Mark Butler! 

Do you know a waiter from a server? 

Do you serve fish on your platter? 

Hey Sam Rae! 

Where did you find your way? 

You are neither Sam nor ray 

In fact, you are on the deep sea’s pay 

So long, Penny Wong! 

You are no belle, do you wish you had a ding dong? 

Could you do us all a favour and find your way to Hong Kong? 

And please let Labor rule the roost 

For Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery against me will always give them the boost 

But I know that I can, if I choose 

banish them all to the deep sea without footloose!