Pong of fried food seeps into car,
Eat too much, end up in ER.
So lordy why on earth do that,
Intellectually, you’re not a prat.
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The hungies strike when driving ‘long,
On trash AM, no sing- a- long songs.
What is the pull of TakeAway,
Waste hard earned cash till next payday.
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At home the choices are really bleak,
Maybe a sandwich with last night’s meat
Compared to fried food, it barely rates
At least at home there’s chocolate cake.
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Gulp it down, lips juicy and greasy,
On radio, they mention Albanese^.
Oz 🇦🇺 PM attacks super tax rorts,
Fucks the wealthy with new tax torts.
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Apparently, this could be me,
With less than 3 mil, you get away free.
I’m glad 😊 that I’m na in that band
Who’ve allegedly ripped off this brown land.
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I write this sat in Cambridge car park,
Time to go, and then I fart
Don’t care whose land on which it’s written,
Pong of fried food recalls piss of kittens 😸
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Open windows wide, driving faster,
Avoiding aromatic disaster.
Get home 🏡 quick, as quick can be,
For soothing ciggie and cup 🥤 o’ tea.
^ Australia’s 31st prime minister
thc – post trigger warning for describing Australia as a brown land. Some might find the use of the colour term offensive. It’s used here to describe the colour of dried grasslands and cos it was a better rhyme in the doggerel.
The Hobart Chinaman 