I shouldn’t take anyone’s advice!
It seems to screw up my sacrifice!
Have my boat turned over and around
capsized, and then drowned?
You can see what has become of true love
like a shutdown dead end of an alcove!
And I can see the grinning grimace on the face
of all those who had me abased!
Dad, I can’t have you in the cat’s cradle
I just don’t think I want (with it) the Moon and ladle!
Did my cards have any Trump?
All that illegitimate hijacking of him and debasing of him, in turn, seems to have given him the goosebumps!
Albanese, I like your pretentious charlatanny style!
Your hypocritical charade has gone on for a very long while!
Who do you want to please, Trump or Xi Jin Ping? Who would your jaws, at 24, prefer to seize?
Or is it me you want to freeze
with your stench-filled rabid disease?
Like I should have a seizure from you
every time I talk to anybody or speak about my pain, and do you want even my loo? (hahahaha fancy your newfound desire for samosas or Sweet of India)!
I bought some fish from the market
I wonder if I should eat it?
And yes, advice is forthcoming from everybody out of the blue
Like it’s meant to please Prakash Saint Paul’s (unsticking of me) glue!
And should I say to you all you have no courage, Thank You!
Would Australian Broadcasting Corporation get down on its fours?
I swear, I have written them out off all that two, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four!
And looks like eternity is going to always have this encumbering treachery?
Would Jashmina continue colluding with evil? Or endeavour to free us all, and free herself, and most of all, me?
Or else I’d rather have all that lead
leave the whole world dead with the gunshots in the head!
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