Superior airs and graces
\nPuts them through their paces
\nScorn and much disdain
\nAnd derision is their gain
\nUnworthiness and puerility
\nContemtible for all to see
\nConsider beneath one
\nAnd ignore
\nTo underrate and what is more<\/p>\n
To have moved on to a higher state
\nThan the piltdown man who wasnt great
\nLived in caves a hunter he
\nKilled dinosaurs out wandering free
\nBut now lives in a city scape
\nUses the market and is not the shape
\nOf the hunter gatherer anymore
\nAnd constantly knocks on the butchers door<\/p>\n
So why the hell does he think its right
\nTo go out in the dead of night
\nHeadlights beaming rifle cocked
\nAnd hit a roo that might have locked
\nIts self on feeding for its joey too
\nWho Is tucked inside its pouch all new
\nAlong with a pinky poor little soul
\nWho loses its mother as she does roll<\/p>\n
Over shot through the face thats it
\nClearly the shooter he wasn’t fit
\nHe should have been firing his gun at males
\nBut he and his sight is off the rails
\nHe has missed the male and a mother falls
\nHer babies will die we hear their calls
\nThats three lives lost cos a crosseyed git
\nTook aim alas but his shot was shit<\/p>\n
He gets a real lambasting from me
\nGo to Woolworths in the bush you be
\nOut of your depth beyond the pale
\nYou karping niggling ozzie male
\nI am unimpressed with shooting you
\nIt is unflattering what you do
\nI denigrate the space you are in
\nAll your excuses are wearing thin<\/p>\n
Its pure dishonesty on your part
\nNothing comes from out of your heart
\nYou are not impartial in what you do
\nAnd you are elevated thats my view
\nSelf praise your on your ego trip
\nSelf seeking geek so you let rip
\nKilled a female with her young
\nAnd another bullet went through her lung<\/p>\n
Then you stomped on the joeys head
\nFrom under your boot a stream of red
\nThat was a harmless little roo
\nThat hadnt done a thing to you
\nIts guiltlessness was manifest
\nUpon its soul it had been blessed<\/p>\n
So you cut off her legs and the bushy tail
\nYour dirty knife a swig of ale
\nYou shouldnt be drinking and driving lad
\nThats why you missed and what we had
\nInstead of red male was this grey
\nAnd so a joey you killed today
\nNo remorse just an ugly mug
\nAn unrepenting ugly bug<\/p>\n
You get a hard on doing your thing
\nYou unspiritual wally who doesn’t bat
\nAn eyelid not a care at all
\nJust an overindulgent bit of a fool
\nGuzzling gorging a binge a day
\nA mother roo has passed away
\nYour licking your lips you drooling git
\nIf its promiscuity you are it<\/p>\n
Macropods the iconic ones
\nThey cannot stand up to the night time guns
\nMeat and leather their down fall
\nA market for both their lives on call
\nIt is unlawful to shoot away
\nWhere are your tags at the end of the day
\nSo you are a hunter and breach the law
\nBut nobody knows which is why I am sore<\/p>\n
No punishment coming its heads you win
\nTails we lose you men of sin
\nAnd doubt what its about you know
\nIllegal hunting which is a blow
\nA psychiatric man of war
\nWho does not know what he is out here for
\nApart from murder flesh and blood
\nIn real terms something of a dud
\nWho oversteps his station and
\nMay end up in the sinking sand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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