I used to hate your healthy avocados...until I had one
Not that your coffee tasted superior to my tea
But what's taste when you season mine with gun powder?
Yes. In case you did not detect, there is a lot of hate in this one.
Call me aggressive and spiteful, whilst holding your rifle.
They say hate bring about hate brings about hate brings about hate
so for you to understand, I put aside my ignorance and try to walk in your shoes.
OK, let's start:
A lot of trees, beautiful sky, delightful breeze.
A rich land where tenants are a many and they shun the proprietor.
I know I promised to be nice
but let's face it for that white picket fence
someone had to pay the price.
Sunny coasts, bacon, eggs on toast.
Walk the dog in the park, life is not all that hectic here.
To make it clear, running out of coffee is my basic fear.
In fact, six packs.
Cupboard full of knick-knacks
and plenty of time to kick back and relax.
Never-ending supply of niceties.
Calm waters, long walks along the harbor
and perhaps a tall pint of lager at the pub.
Throw some juicy ones on the barbie mate.
Who cares if 6.2 mil in Somalia are starving mate?
You say to me:
"survival of the fittest, Darwin mate"
"It's so difficult to fit in" I say; so tiring MATE
Did I say that right?
I'm Mohammad, as James in a play called "Aussie Catch Up"
and I don't know how to play that part.
What else can I say? they gave me a voice (although in English)
between the self deprecating migrant and the middle eastern rag head, the gave me a choice.
And by the way my boss tried to anglicize my name
she said 'Sebastian' had a nice ring to it.
Well go ahead, march to your colonial tune and have me sing to it.
Oh healthy avocados, you're too ripe for my liking.
Maybe I'm just used to a bit of rawness in my diet.
To be honest, I have a heavy heart, a dark one.
Maybe to reconcile, you should take a step
a very very very very very very long one.