I saw the illegitimate opportunism of oceans
knowing that fish stink worse than skunk!
You can tell that Labor is no liberator!
I think of hell; but no empathy for where fish dwell!
You see, I believe that Don’s dawn makes my day
But not when he is surreptitiously taken away
My altars are not succursal to make-believe RoeMan Popeishness
Your fraud is a fish dressed in every colour of foppishness!
Did you think there was anything Leonine in the Pope?
Or any rainbow in the profuse professing of Anthony Albanese,
before he started hiding behind just about anybody else’s skirt?
My poetry and blogs were of course, subject to piracy (because of him)
Wouldn’t then I want to dig his watery grave?
Should he then have the gall (or gills) to call himself Prime Minister
with all the crimes and treachery he committed against me?
Or be scathed with the fibres of a needle-tipped duster
that every Australian citizen should unequivocally muster?
Is he authorised to decide who is citizen?
Or for that matter, Tony Burke, can you even furke?
Labor let in all those Muslim hordes, for their vote banks, should I add?
They held me to ransom to gain victory? So, they think, now, they can, have all my ideals, bodygrabbed?
And do they think they can threaten to confiscate my citizenship,
when it is they who Leo-Capricorn wants to kick out of the country, not me?!
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