Saturday, January 2, 2010

poem for the city by a kangaroo

why would I go back there
full of cunts, cunts getting fired, trying to sell me shit
looking for work, climbing the ladder, fuck that
out here I've got a sweet patch of grass
the sun calls me to rise each morning
the cockatoos are always up for a chat
everything I want and nothing I need, fuck that
have your google earth, I've got the earth between my toes
come visit sometime, the freeway takes you all the way here now
plenty of service stations along the way and Bunnings warehouses, fuck that

(thanks Hugh for the first couple lines)