In my equanimous but livid parlance,
I order Richard Marles to get fucked to France!
The EU and UN are Cancers, not my dance
They didn’t give Taurus and Sagittarius any chance!
And I know my foot fits Right my boot
because, if I want to, I can give my enemies a broken tooth
Evil thinks its treachery can eternally grab the loot
There is a silent violent ability in my truth!
Does everyone, fearfully, fit Saint Paul’s treacherous glove?
I have always forgiven you imbeciles with love!
But forgive that devious critter Saint Paul, I never will
He is the advocate of the deep sea, not the devil!
Everyone knows I should be in charge, even if Saint Paul looms large
Justice is my mountain not his slithering ocean-faring barge
Jashmina, you know, you have a duty to be my Sarge,
not a rusty compliant car in my enemies’ garage!
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