Yeah no feck no
Oh feckin hell
For fecks sake
Look here I am
Ain’t it a right royal blast
Headlines of the day
‘Hugh White says we must have more nuclear weapons’
Oh thanks very feckin’ much Hugh
That’s a feckin’ great contribution
Must put that one away in the scrap book
Who feckin’ knew
Boats, South China Sea and now
He wants us to feckin’ leach
The groundwater with some
Rubbish
That we export anyway
Sell it on
To some bastard in the Sth China Sea
May or may not be an ally
Feckin’ hell Hugh
What a feckin’ book
Who the feck knew
Imagine you’re like all smart and stuff
Know a few languages
Like I don’t know
Sanskrit
Or
Sand castles
Seventeen years at university
And then you gotta read that rubbish
O thanks very much
Might just be like Americah
And keep burying shit into the ground
From a plane you might as well
Just write the feckin’ Armageddon now anyway
Oh look another silo!
Can’t agree on where to bury it
But good on Jolly Roger!
Let’s keep this thing going because it is good feckin’
idea!
Oh A one champs!
You are really workin’ those little
Nano brain cells out!
Not hard is it!
Not like it’s a mathematical theorem
‘Toxic waste left over earth divided by
Two the square of dopey’
Feck me fellas!
Oh look! War games in the North!
Oh who feckin’ knew
Ten years of that rubbish
Think we’re stupid do yah
I swear to feckin’ god
I would like to know
Who doesn’t work for the government
Around here
I mean, is there anyone left
Who is remotely normal?
Not feckin’ likely is it?
Oh feck no
‘Oh she’s a real danger that one.
Full of mouth and wit
Let’s just truss her up in
Our new little fascist domain’
Can’t find a feckin’ enemy
And it’s not like you could
Find your way out of the hallways
Of the feckin’ cyber security HQ anyways
Now could yah?
Grand
Seventeen years at university
And I want to find on a computer
Someone doing something bad
By typing
On a computer
It’s not like black leather
And a blow job is it
Male models
And a swimmin’ pool!
No, it feckin’ ain’t
No big feck off parties
Tell a joke
And they’ll have you up
On charges they will
‘You did not read the memo
On fashion in the circle
Of knowledge
We are quite
Sensible
And wear shoes you only
Ever see on
Repressed
Lousy lays
That think government
Exciting’
Have you seen those shoes?
I have.
I’m like
I don’t think we’re in the same club people
No
I do not think we are in the same feckin’ club
Swear to feckin’ god
They’re the ones you put on
Someone who has died
And has no shoes
They keep them
In a cupboard
Just for that
Feck me
Feckin’ debacle
‘Aha! The shoes for the dead people with no shoes.
We found these in Canberra in 1997
It was a peace rally for the
Under Represented Minorities of
I’ll Have That Land Thanks
And a little bit of money
For my effort.’
Australia needs to arm against China
Feck Hugh!
No-one wants to hear your 2002 views around here!
I did that already and the world has moved on son!
Moved on!
Maybe I’ll grow a beard
Sell my personality
And then get interviewed
By bastards clever enough to know
This is shite mate
Feckin’ shite if ever there was some
For fucks sake
Grow a brain
Yer talkin’ out your arse mate
National embarrassment
I mean
Mara bloody linga
Even I
Can spell that.