I can’t believe my hair has more liberty than an innocent little child.
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Malcolm, you’re in the middle now
Close your eyelids
And smell your churning conscience
As it whispers:
Stolen souls will salute your mind
One day. Some day. It’s the universe’s law
Take charge, show fair dinkum courage
Pull the moral trigger
On man-made law
And let kids be kids
And feed them Aussie squids
And be remembered
The bull who turned.
My torpefied cheap
To celebrate Australia Day, the Federal Government is proudly pleased to announce an exciting, environmentally unconscious Cooking Masterclass for young politicians.
You will learn:
–How to toast the rich (add pinch of land then beat natives)
–Fry families (chop healthcare, pare benefits and skim parents)
–Grind hookers (party favourite)
–Separate the white
–Roast the poor
–And stew then burn the refugees
We then invite you to join us in the Parliament House garden to pour cool lemonade over your conscience.
Her little boy unfed
How many stones can you soften with your madness?
How many socks can you fill with fantastic gifts?
How many Sundays will pass before the little refugee girl is freed?
The little boy began to cry
On his five year old body urinated
A troop of Nauru alumni
Another is hit with a wooden ruler
By the Teacher at his Junior High
My government’s Immigration Minister
Spoke wearing smugness and a windsor tie
“It’s a matter for Nauru.”
Mister Minister: Why don’t you drop down your fly
And urinate on the boy too?
You’re an accomplice since you justify
These evil incarnates
Nauru, blind behind its glass eye
Doesn’t want to make a comment
Let’s all give’m some “You’re Awesome” stamps.
Broadspectrum’s only concern is to fortify
Their concentration camps
Abusing the $billions Uncle Oz hands the pigsty
Whilst everyone tosses the problem around
(like the true tossers they are)
The little five year old boy asks in the dark:
Tell me oh dissolved humanity, Why?