(Chris Minns, go dig your own grave, you pot of shit!)
Albanese, go spend the rest of your life
handpicking the garbage you have left
all over the expanse of Leo and Capricorn
Even that rot that you spread all over
is like a perfume when compared to
the stench of your evil treacherous soul,
Or do you have one? You may just be heartless
flesh behind the frontage of your crocodile tears
I deem you incapable of ruling Australia any more
I summon, subpoena, the entire Australian people
to rise in anarchistic revolt against you
The lot of your Labor Party is such noisome cacophony
in its conspiracy, treachery and bedlam
that deserves more than vituperation
How did you bewitch the country, twice at the hustings
Was it not because of poor selfless me?
So, I have invoked my brother, Sellwyn Jesus Anthony
to curse you to your doom for entire eternity
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