Hahahaha! Albanese, I love to see you win
Because you have such an alluring fishy grin
There is more than gives me joy
In the backfiring treachery you employ
What is defeat, what is victory
Your own crimes are marked by history
And I’d like to encourage you with the gab
that you will most likely end up in eternal prison or rehab!
But don’t worry, just for good measure
A little pleasure, I will ensure
That on your prison cell’s claustrophobic wall
I’ll have hanging a handsome photograph of Prakash Saint Paul!
Hahahahaha! (Being the greatest fool, I have a custom of making you all greater fools!)