I can see they are giving me tablets of fish oil
Oh! How my heart and soul recoils!
And I know I’ll be in the madhouse till after the twentieth
For which evil fish to get its length and breadth?
Donald Trump, do you really care
that, because of your aspirations, I am laid bare?
I can say that treacherous Albanese
always thought it was easy peasy
to put a free soul in the deep freezy
And I will dwell, and I will tell
that the crab and fish shouldn’t get the bell!
To me, my soul, will always roam free,
even if their treachery defeats me
To think that, I, being in number one
suits the fish, even as I am undone!
And how I sleep, when a high dose of risperidal
will have them shoot my long haul against the wall
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