I don’t want your peanuts, you frauds!
Do you want to derail me, God!
Take the measly sum and feed that sod
Prakash Saint Paul, in the abyss’ ward
I didn’t ask you to pay my rent
You want to destabilise and dent
my integrity, with your obnoxious scent,
take my Saturnalia party and turn it to lent!
Get lost! Get lost! Damn you, Centrelink!
I’ll drench you with your own treacherous ink!
In the sinkhole, may you sink!
Fuck you with my every wink!
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