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A plea (in the ear) to Aussie PM Scott Morrison. As their bushfires rage on, their smoke drifts over and engulfs two little islands those Aussies love to belittle. Ps: Lawbreakers born in New Zealand, even if they moved to Oz as babes in arms, can and have been deported ‘back home’ to NZ.

A Call From Your Neighborly Kiwis.

Scotty, pal, mate, sorry to interrupt your holiday,
You’re hot and frazzled but we’ve something to say,
We’ve put up with becoming the dumping ground
For the Kiwi criminal element you’ve forensicly found.

We don’t mind your cricketers condescending views,
We don’t mind pitching over the ditch fresh fire crews,
We Kiwis don’t mind being the butt of your every joke,
But Scott, don’t dump on us with your second hand smoke.

 

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In the Land Down Under, up to now the leaders of the Lucky Country, in thrall to Industry, dismissed climate change as the ravings of the Green and gullible. Might those ‘thoughts’ change now? More likely they’ll still willfully put ’em on the back burner.

Flip-Flop Weather.

National minds won’t change on the weather, ain’t no denying,
When it comes to carbon credits, the great mines ain’t buying,
They have no heart to turn away from their deep black hole,
Australia can go to blazes so long as they can sell their coal.

The mining moguls have dug up a fine solution
To cleanly dispel the dirty question of air pollution,
If their friends in power waver, show signs of doubt-
Whip out the big check-book and wave it about.

Most any Liberal proclaims climate change to be a myth,
They have any number of studies to twist and conjure with,
But as they silently rake over the razed and smoking ground
Has the hazy path towards enlightenment finally been found?

 

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Australian politics moves beyond a joke into the realms of farce. Australia fair to Aussie nightmare, overnight.

Pass The Chalice?

Of Malcolm Turnbull
They’d had a gutsful,
So Peter Dutton
Shoved his butt-in.

Then sweet Julie Bishop
Tried to wish up
Some more support
But came up short.

Late, late in the day
A joker came into play,
Dutton viewed with displeasure
Gods little treasure.

Grovelling promises made,
Old debts being repaid,
In this two horse race
Who’d wear the long face?

Thank God Barnaby Joyce
Was lost for choice.

So now who’ve they got?
Oh God, not-so-great Scott!

For Big Bad Pete
It’s ignominious defeat;
Don’t let the coup you mount
Leave you out for the count.

For Pete and his mate
Time, again, to commiserate,
Back, back to the back benches
Shovelling shit deep in the trenches.

There slumps Pete Dutton
Career, hopes, dead as mutton,
Leaving frustrated Tony Abbot
Sadly saying ‘ah fuck it dagnabit.’

Now Mal’s bitten the dust
So in Scott we must trust,
Time to let our new PM speak;
He could be gone by next week.

 

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