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In hope of a nice trip

 In hope of a nice trip


(Tripping)


Do your job

& don’t demand I follow your ideas

Economics & Politics are different

Beasts

As bad as one another 

But your job is to house first of all

Not via mortgage or rent

A human fuckin right

We’re not objects

You cannot know my mind

All you can is deduce from affects

With conjecture about affects

Which are in fact not affects

But in fact expressions

Of living culture 

Which you are to respect 

While we respect others

Including awkward behaviour 

& seek understanding

Take your time

Oh yeah Dutton

You’re a public servant 

Serve the people 


For example 

Taking care as you do so

As we are required 

By law

TO help the homeless 


Fuckin hell Albo

Talking about talking

Isn’t respectfully 

Helping the homeless 

It’s watching & chatting shit

Doesn’t mean you’re the worst

No Dutton takes the cuffs for that


We sit down enough 

Coz we’re beaten down


I like the way Tamils fry fish

They’ve worked it out


Woolworths

Hires 2, sometime’s 3 express checkout people 

For the whole of Carlton 

& makes massive profits

Tax lieing

Like greedy people & their accountants

Still people 

But Fuck!

You’re punishing us for our custom

& no one complains 

Coz you know you’ll get ratted on

“Rat race Rat Race

Some are big rats

Some a small rats

Rat Race Rat Race

..,

Somma big man

Somma hooligan ,,,” (Bob Marley)


No sun is shining in my day

Coz you can’t see it 

From my cell

But you can 

When I stand under the sky



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

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