Fuck your National Cabinet!: A poem 

Can you pickle a fish? 

when it keeps tickling every switch? 

Should I consign it to every ditch, 

before it spills out its pitch? 

Sussan Ley, what makes your day? 

Do you prefer Pisces to May? 

I couldn’t even have Scorpio or Aries, 

Guess, which evil creep read my secret diaries? 

Albanese likes to have it easy, 

One evil replaces another; Gosh How queasy?! 

I can have no mateship or friend! 

I just will have to go it alone till the very end! 

Even Donald Trump fears for his rump, 

when PSP takes him like a clayey clump! 

Pardon my metaphors, but I am running out of innuendos 

All you lefties are having a run-riot with PSP’s evil chores! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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