Hey Albanese, you all bit your own  lip!: A poem 

(Hey Angus, you certainly missed my bus! Fuck off!) 

Hey Albanese, what do you think is your whip? 

All you fucking politicians want to avoid your guilt trip! 

Did you not try to blackmail me with Ziggy, you fucking blip? 

The matrix of you is so sick, it has tried every trick? 

Why does the sickening ABC broadcast your porn? 

Only when you bodygrab the advantage like a resolute thorn! 

How much treachery have you tried on me you fish’s horn? 

I am going to have you and all your villains shorn? 

You creep, your fishy entrails are wicked scales 

Do you think all your wool of lies look like cotton bales? 

You are no monkey but you don’t even have an honest tail (telltale) 

You want to swallow the whole of Australia like a mammoth whale! 

Hey creep! Sodomy is like your mouth of shit, you are a prick 

with knick-knacks for a dick, that’s why you wear knickers 

And the Coalition has no spine, they are just a front of arselickers 

Is Angus a cow, or a taylor, like a tailor-made piece of crap 

Does the whole Coalition want to sit in Albanese’s lap! 

Fuck you all! Fuck you all! Fuck you all! 

You entire lot should be hung in shame against the wall! 

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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