Albanese, do you see the frieze-y on the Wall-ee?: A poem 

So, you are afraid to shit your cheese from your mouth? 

How on earth are you silent about your herring and trout? 

Do you want to validate your whoredom with some scummy spout? 

Is the ocean not enough for your sharky unbenign str(o)ut? 

I have begun to realise how much you fear…fear…fear, 

That your own evil will catch up with you near…near…near 

Even a cuckold is bolder than you, have you ever been that told? 

Should you prefer slavery to your own evil than bravery? 

Have a slice of my bitter lime (Prakash Saint Paul) and honey (Jashmina) 

And do you think your victorious evil will cause me acrimony? 

Call me when you feel cold with the despair of your guilt 

And I will tell you what it means (for me) to suffer because of your crimes to the hilt! 

Give treachery a lift; it’s your deepsea-given gift! 

Don’t think your hipswaying wool gets me miffed! 

I am never daunted by treachery; I am bound to be free! 

It is you who are destined for an eternal imprisonment in the deep sea! (Hahahahaha!)