political critical acclaim.

The trust we placed upon you,
With this tiny ballot note,
A promise of adventure,
A revamped Australia vote,
Your lies and deception,
A colorful tie,
around each throat,
You promised this,
You promised that,
Of what have we become,
Slaves to thy royal arse,
No hardship ,
Nor ,
sickness pass,
Dumped like garbage,
Not a care for thee,
Your about to sink our ship,
Our Australia bound,
in deathly sea,
We walk our land in protest,
What will become of he,
"You deceitful man"
I guess we'll have to see,
Your fate is not of our control,
Neither are our lives,
"Yippee"
for the big head you possess in parliament,
God shall decide your fate,
your fee,
A penalty applied to all our bloody bills,
Your head enlarging,
As well as your pocket,
Your own ego thrill's,
I wish there was no depression,
But you sir prescribe the pills,
If only we could tax it back,
with the shocking,
docket that kill's.