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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 😸
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.