I know it just can’t be manic or Moonic Monday
I don’t slither at night in a somnambulistic snore
My creativity is not a borrowed light, shining at night
I just want to tell you when it’s Monday, I yearn for Tuesday!
Is goodfella a God? You know they really treat me rude
whenever I visit the Goodfellows store in Dandenong South!
I may as well visit the Harvey Norman next door!
Are they Northmen or plainly neither or nor men?
Who is a Goodfella then, could there be a Phoenix
without a mini-Gem? I just thought I’m way past twenty-four!
It looks like Mardi is the knock on my door!
Somehow, my Mar di Gras won’t be a parade for those fishy gays!
Even when I visit Coles, I need a potion from the Chemist
Does Liquorland to Albanese sound too bland?
I just like to tell Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul no human is an island
You can make all my communication your weapon (against me)!
Just beware of what will be your eternity’s stipend!
So, how would I crank the shaft in my invisible livery!
Did I ever complain about all this being slavery?
And you interpret my noises as crying to boost your lechery?
It is Albanese who has a mouth of foulish-ghoulish treachery?
Prakash Saint Paul only bats an eyelid from his couch-potatoed brazen lingerie!
How certain is Albanese that Prakash Saint Paul has his back in the bewitchery!
I know that all my rectitude is made to feel like relics
lost in the chapels devoted to Saint Anthony Alban and Saint Paul!
I won’t question, but resist I will, all these unseemly choices and propositions
The Church, may I inform you, never made (to me) any offertories
They just thought they could desperately hold me to ransom
by hijacking Leo, like leopards were stronger than lions?
I was born a Tuesday Child! Rome wasn’t built on that day!
Remember me each September, and every time of the dismember(ing of me)
Why did they stop at Sunday? Does your Holy Heavenly Piscean deep sea Nibiru
not want to be acknowledged or nominated, like it doesn’t want to be seen
even by the Church’s beseeching telescopes, as it hides behind an invisibility shield;
crowned in the gold it stole from Earth! Saint Paul, what would you eventually morph into?
EU is turning one Gemini (Spain) against the other (Trump) in their checkmastery!
So, what would I do, would I not be vouching for Wednesday?
There happens to be no cats on either Tuesday or Wednesday!
I can tell you why the Church called its folk: Christian as well as Catholic, nonetheless!
You see there is not too much hate between Protestant and Catholic now, but for Ireland!
What is the denomination of Australia, Albanese?
Where are your forefingers stuck, or are they four-fingers of a cloven swine!
Or where does Jodie Hard-on’s vibrator fit – on your pussy of a belly!
I can’t still figure out whether you’re a eunuchy pimp or a eunuchy prostitute?
Just let me know when the red cars pass me by on the streets
I’d like to inform them: Red! Red! Have Anthony Albanese DEAD!
But would it be blue or red that you would have bled?
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