Hey Albanese, you need a very deep sleep!: A poem 

Hey, fishy Albanese! Did you dare to call on hell? 

Or any other, for you, forbidden paradise, that made your gills swell? 

You aren’t even a mermaid; you are a pretentious hybridding whore! 

All your evil will only determine your drainage-sewerage score! 

Just begone from hijacked lands; you have no iota of shame in your glands! 

You have been spreading your legs to too many disinterested husbands 

Do fish fornicate? Are fish altogether promiscuous? Is such your bliss? 

Your unholy lust is so lustrous; it renders righteousness vacuous! 

Is New Year’s Eve tickling you much above your knees? 

Or is it just the treachery always all over your sleeves? 

This evening, don’t put on your pajamas  

just feel your fickleness in your foul-mouthed stammers 

I won’t bother to potshot your pussy, I can’t bear its stink! 

Did you think that all you could do, was me, hoodwink?  

Get out of my hair; or I’ll leave you so threadbare 

that all your whoredom will end in the shark’s jawful snare!