Like the dirt hiding behind someone else’s skirt
Albanese, what are you worth? The belly at your girth?
Do you think you can steal someone else’s mirth?
Because of the sin of your degenerate Zodiacal birth?
Aren’t you ashamed, that you, yet, haven’t been blamed?
Like a sea monster that even science has failed to name
How did your hip sway, belying every Australian soul
Just because all that opposition was groping in PSP’s whorl
Dutton was a compliant button; Sussan was with timidity, wan
And what do you think of Angus, will he also be a bird that doesn’t buzz?
I loathe the febrility of the Australian gobsmacked media
that have no courage to resource, should that be outsourced from North Korea!
You see some people can be called insane, but they are never tame
You thought both Jashmina and PSP would cover up your shame
I will dare you in your clandestine limbless serpentine cowardly game!
You are worthy, by my deeming, of an eternity in the abyss of briny brimstoney flame!
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