Hey Angus Taylor!: A poem

Hey, Angus Taylor,

I am filled with pallour

In fact, losing my colour

That you want to contagion venereal disease

By having sex with Albanees

And don’t you think you can appropriate my will

And corner me to the window sill!

You may have to foot eternity’s bill

You must know I am a creator, do you want to take the contraceptive pill!

I am not bound by your chains

I am mountains of strength, not malleable plains

Do you think you all can intimidate me?

I am not afraid of homelessness, dark and cold?

They will be accursed for eternity, by me, who are not brave and bold!

I will teach you all an eternal lesson

I swear, before you all think I’m done!

I am making a point very clear

that you will all be made to pay dearly if you let evil appropriate me or my near and dear

I have lived without choices (because of the checkmate), but I have very brave and astute voices

I will fuck you all for all your desperate, infringing, encroaching, noises!!!!!