Do you think the sun would turn lilac if I cried?
Or all the constellations of the Zodiac would swerve into my arms?
Have you got all your loyalties transfixed; or must you lie low
Because evil has wings, talons and everything that can subjugate you all!
And what about my tears, would it suit anyone near and dear!
Of course, it would give fishy Albanese much needed cause and guile!
You see, you never know whose cloth he is hiding his pussy under!
And if you can swear his hipswaying shows, but his face never braves exposure
Because would he have his courage only in the treachery of hiding?
The menials got the vote; but no one is getting my rapport
Because you see, I want Prakash Saint Paul to go; but he simply doesn’t want to go!
He just wants to eat and hijack everything that I deem is mine, so I won’t feed that swine!
Would you think I’d be snowed down, even if the blizzard has me under?
Even if the pain is sheer, did I ever fear?
Look at your soul, Albanese, if you have any?
And would you realise it has treachery many?
If you place convenience and survival over guilt, what’s your fishy inside?
Anybody with your repertoire of crimes, would, in shame, have committed suicide!
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