9h
They look with disdain over China and froth
They bask in their imagined glory and whisper with sharpened tongues
It's 8 am and guns are drawn, hell really has no fury
Oh she's so fat and he's a homeless man
Thank God we are so perfect
You hear them say, "chow & rather, you don't say"
My money's all mine, you low life porper
Oh Gianni Versace and blah blah blah
Oh sporting it's Jan on the mobile
I'll call you back you mad old cow
From one mad cow to the other
I'm having a cap & a side dish of brie
Oh jolly, I live by the water
Now Jan's at The Spit, in her Ivory tower and Roger is such a delight
Just last night we had a ****, while Jan was in the shower
Now back to the peasants walking by
I do say, those clothes are appalling
Now she's found religion
Life really seems so proper
Oh chortle chortle, money and sin
I really am a power
Though every ***** n ******* has their day and she is no exception
You will have your day in Hell I know and laughing hard from above
Will be, the low life porper
© Poem by Shannon Leckie/Shabby, 2007.
They bask in their imagined glory and whisper with sharpened tongues
It's 8 am and guns are drawn, hell really has no fury
Oh she's so fat and he's a homeless man
Thank God we are so perfect
You hear them say, "chow & rather, you don't say"
My money's all mine, you low life porper
Oh Gianni Versace and blah blah blah
Oh sporting it's Jan on the mobile
I'll call you back you mad old cow
From one mad cow to the other
I'm having a cap & a side dish of brie
Oh jolly, I live by the water
Now Jan's at The Spit, in her Ivory tower and Roger is such a delight
Just last night we had a ****, while Jan was in the shower
Now back to the peasants walking by
I do say, those clothes are appalling
Now she's found religion
Life really seems so proper
Oh chortle chortle, money and sin
I really am a power
Though every ***** n ******* has their day and she is no exception
You will have your day in Hell I know and laughing hard from above
Will be, the low life porper
© Poem by Shannon Leckie/Shabby, 2007.
Where I live on Sydney's Northern Beaches, Sydney Australia, there are some "Latte Set" type people. These people believe, that because they are rich, their ***** are above everyone else's. One morning back when I was younger!😏 I was having a really nice Breakfast of Bacon & Eggs, when some ladies sat down at table 9 beside us. So, the next minute, they were ripping everyone going by, really belittling & degrading people, because they didn't fit into their neat little box. So, not being one to cop others meanness, I told them what for, read them the riot act so to speak. They were asked to leave actually in the end and I was very pleased with that.
Later that morning, I wrote this Poem. Funny enough, a Mates band, turned it into a song and it was Published in the Poetry section of one of Sydney's big Newspapers. I was right chuffed. The "Spit" is a very Affluent suburb near where I live, it's right on part of Sydney Harbour in the water.
Later that morning, I wrote this Poem. Funny enough, a Mates band, turned it into a song and it was Published in the Poetry section of one of Sydney's big Newspapers. I was right chuffed. The "Spit" is a very Affluent suburb near where I live, it's right on part of Sydney Harbour in the water.
