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I reckon I am kinda cute
I love to watch the AFL
And support teams that
Don’t often win that game
I like to watch Sydney v Carlton
And I say Sydney Sydney Sydney
Or Carlton Carlton Carlton
And when Adam Goodes scores a goal
I used to say onya goodsey
Now if Eddie betts scores a goal
I say onya bettsy
I used to sit there with teddy bears
As a collection item
I liked drinking lots and lots Coca Cola
And I used to say free instead of three
Saying I was cute
I liked tony lockett when he played for the swans I said well done plugger
And Barry hall took Lockett’s place
I said good onya bazza
Punch that other player
Mind you I don’t like bazza punching
I think he had alien hand syndrome
I wanted to help the homeless
Get a home cooked meal
Or have a home in a hotel
With round the clock dental and medical work
I like young kids who love to perform music going to meet and greets with their fans
I like making sure my washing is up to date
And my washing is done
I love to wear a Canberra Raiders top
And if they make the grand final
I used to go to their club to watch the game and cheer on the team with their fans
I have two adorable Neices Caitlin and Susan
Who love what they can out of life
I like bindi Irwin and her brother Robert
How they love animals saying they are just like humans
I cheer on the brumbies
To win the super 15
And even if the wallabies have no chance on winning I still like it if they fluke one
But I don’t like cheating
Cheaters never prosper
I love my life too much to **** myself
But I find it hard with people who talk about killing them selves
I think medication can soothe you
And help you get better
I love to be loud because that prevents yot
From being taken by people
I have false teeth because I acted like a kid
I think overall I am cute
Yes Brian Allan is cute
Able to get a women in minutes
A
Yo i was born into a fantasy
Where everybody paralyzed
Into reality the man in me
Is ready for gore either or
Or what's in store
I smell war by the shore
Even though im scorned
I got my ammunition
Just awaitin' on the strike
From the covert commission
Sing it !!!!!

Since i awoke i let the guns provoke
Make any spec or hater choke
Dont try to cope
With the natural born enemy
Yo america aint never been friendly
Been killin' us since fifteen thirty three
Im a tell you the truth
That society dont see
Its alot more reign than sunshine
On that other side
Theres no where yo *** can hide
And ride on em glide like clyde
And if you a trick
Ya better let me ride survive
Naw ya gone die mysteriously
If ya aint got no love for my pistol piece
Sing it!!!!!



They rather see us dead
Uh rolling over in my bed
Tryna to shake the feds
In my dream i see alot of cream
But all i hears is violent scream
They covert try to stop my support
Got millions of ways
To get paid stay from the crossroads
But something still.pushin'
I see an early grave abode
Dont care stop j stare just to look at the sun
It shines the brigther on a sunday
I feel for those livin' gun play
Overseas im still tryna **** these fleas
And make the nations bow
Now hands onya knees
Sing it!!!!!
Ken Pepiton May 2022
Took the snap,
looking back at Caiguna,
From Balladonia.

Good onya, seeya some day.

She had a funny way, of sweeping,
in time with Merle Haggard,
on the radio.

Dam'lucky, me.
I married her, and some photos, remind me, it did not happen then.
https://allpoetry.com/Ken_Pepiton Moving over from Hello Poetry, where I leave a million words. I write in living typewriter style, or magic pen, when my characters are too old to tolerate Spelchek demands. I hope to help, not hinder.

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