31/08/2026
"Telling an Albo"
He stands before the camera's lens, a smirk upon his face,
The leader of our nation, yet just a national disgrace.
They call him Albo, Prime Minister, a man of slippery style,
Who trades the truth for politics and spins a crooked smile.
From taxes to the climate, and the cost of daily bread,
You cannot trust a single word this politician said.
He promises you the heavens just to lock away your vote,
Then turns around and cuts the lines to leave the ship afloat.
His tongue is like a labyrinth where facts are lost and die,
A masterclass in spinning crap and downright bloody lies.
He twists the numbers, shifts the blame, and covers up the trace,
Denying what he said last week without a change of pace.
The public now has caught the drift; they know his deceptive game,
And in the streets, they use his word to call out bu*****ts name.
No longer do they say "a lie" when someone plays the foe,
They simply shake their heads and say, "You're telling an Albo."
So let his legacy be carved in words that are just a hollow ring,
A cautionary tale of what a broken trust can bring.
The leader who sold out the truth to keep his royal seat,
Now turned into common Aussie slang for fabrications and deceit.
*AI generated video clip.
