Albanese you have a foul fishy Antarctic mouth!: A poem 

Albanese is like the dirt 

that always pussy-hides behind other people’s skirt! 

Now he is pretending to come to the fore 

like a bodygrabber (since ABC freeloaded on Labor, anyway) of twenty-four 

And should he shed crocodile tears like before 

that he has sheer sympathy, like a shut door 

that always is open to corruption and treachery 

And he talks of democracy, and being free 

You think he is closing the gap, 

by scratching out truth and justice off the map? 

I think he is a leftist fish, with just one wish 

to use his connivance to make all of Australia his dish! 

You see his partner in the whist 

is none other than Prakash Saint Paul, like a clandestine fist 

And we’ll all become toxic with the two of them (around) 

You know Albanese should be struck by anarchy and mayhem 

He thinks he will get away with his crimes and treachery 

against me, and get away scot-free? 

I’d be happy if someone, Albanese, assassinated 

that his soul be unendingly desiccated 

But I know Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese 

will be cursed to be conjoined twins, with their mouths also attached to each other, for eternity!