The country was in a bloody terrible state, when Parliament rose for a budget debate.
It was quite a few moments before Hockey spoke and said “Sex will cost ten bucks a poke”
Whether you’re short, long, skinny or thick, tax will be paid for the use of your prick.
Albo interjected “Now Joe, look here, will the tax still be apply to the lads who are queer?”
Dale Smith arose looking quite glum: “Will I be exempt because I prefer bum?”
Hockey replied, and sounded quite airy: “You’ll fucking pay double, you dirty old fairy”
Up got Clive Palmer to tremendous applause, he grabbed Jacquie Lambie, and whipped off her drawers
He lifted his gut and stuffed her at will, then shouted: “Hey Hockey, put that on your bill!”
Bernardi then shouted “I think I’ll resign. I haven’t had sex for a very long time.
I dream every night of a juicy sheep’s crutch, but ten bucks a poke is too fucking much”
The debate carried on, and oh what a night, many were fucking anything in sight
The whole house was rooting, the speaker was too, and in the excitement, the bill got through
So now in the bedrooms of Australia each night, there’s many a cunt that’s closed good and tight
They’re taxing our booze and taxing our smokes, and now the fucking bastards are taxing our pokes.
If ten bucks a time is the price we must pay, it’s now with ourselves that we must play,
So to quench our frustration, we must have a wank, and for the state of our country, we have Hockey to thank.
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