Albanese, resign!
Otherwise, I’ll consign
you, for eternity, to the deep sea!
And you will only have gills, no balls to pee!
If you have no shame, guilt or conscience,
believe me, you can’t fathom what I am when I’m incensed!
You didn’t bat an eyelid with your treachery against me; I was patience
But that doesn’t mean I should give you much more licence!
I have no doubt
that for you, my sublimity and humility, have run out!
Your hypocritical wedding didn’t get an iota of my sympathy’s shout
Just imagine, what I will make your eternity all about!
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