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Monday, January 19, 2015


Spineless cowards just like John Howard, took him away from us
Blood on your hands, you don't understand what he meant to us
He was so happy, so gentle, a silly old thing, he didn't ask for much
You knew it was vicious and dangerous, didn't learn your lesson, lucky I didn't kick up a fuss
The ranger knocked on your door, but you just hid away, no back bone
If you want war, then you've got war, hope you sleep well when you're alone
I'm not spiteful, but he got quite a fright, then he left us forever
Gave us an insight into your lack of humanity, though he was old
He had many years left, now we're bereft, your reaction was so cold
I'm struggling to come to terms with it, finding it hard to be bold

Grow a spine you neglectful fuck, it's about fucking time
What if it were a member of your family? Would you cry like we cried?

You didn't even say sorry, just hid in the house like a coward
You said he'd be alright, after you pulled your mongrel away,
Now he's gone forever, never to return, you really fucked up my day
Next time I see you, rest assured I'll have something to say
How could you hide away when you knew full well he had died?
How could you stay hidden away after all the tears we had cried
You let him out again even though you knew it would happen again
Monster on the other side of the fence, your actions you can't defend
And you hide away because you've lost face, are you that afraid
How about how he felt during the attack, you'd better watch your back

Grow a spine you neglectful fuck, it's about fucking time
What if it were a member of your family? Would you cry like we cried?

He meant the world to me, the best friend a man could wish for, now he's no more
You've done it before, will you hide away when the ranger comes knocking on your door
I bet you'll do it again, refuse to take responsibility just like the last time
I can't do anything but vent with this pen, express my rage in rhyme
It could have been a child, anyone moron could have seen it coming
You don't have the balls to face up to it, so you keep on running
The tragedy is your lack of humanity, didn't even say you were sorry
Fucking bogan scum, thought you were ok but now you've got yourself an enemy
And no amount of words will change a thing, but how about an apology
That would be nice, some consolation, don't ask for more, just a show of humanity

Grow a spine you neglectful fuck, it's about fucking time
What if it were a member of your family? Would you cry like we cried?

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