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The Ballad of Auspol 2016

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Mr. Harbour-side Mansion, or so he’s been called, waved and smiled at those below him
Leather jacket gone, I lean to the right, I’ll do whatever you say, He told ’em
Two Thousand and Sixteen, I’ve been the selfie-Queen, everyone will recognise me
‘Cept that lady on the train, who was clearly insane, “Mr. PM” is how they baptised me.

And the auto-smile gleamed all teeth and no soul, a potato stood tall on his right
The show is yours, get a thund’rous applause, and use some racist barbs if you might
So the Potato man spoke of days long ago, when Fraser was the man of the hour
And racist barbs hurt, with slander so curt, by a ‘Tay-tah with far too much power

Then out of the herd like an emu necked bird came squawking ’bout workers conditions
With harsh Aussie twang that sends sane men insane, she screamed with zero contrition
“Oi’m ‘ere to break the See. Eff. Em. EEE. EWE, those thugs in the builders construction
And as I toik the stand, Oi’ve Poileen boi me hand ‘n Xylophone too, that’ll stuff ’em

Although we’ve one seat, with the lower house peeps, the Liberals, I don’t recognise ’em
I’ll Facebook and Hash, that Labor’s so Trash, says Green man to the echo beside him
What’s a man to do, with votes worth so few, ’tis the way to Gov’ment I beseech thee
Fighting Tories? Insane!! Labor bashings the game, who knows I might get a min’stry

You’ve been aggrieved? said the speaker with Cred to the man at the back of the chamber
He licked his lips, smiled and stood there a while, Oh Yes, My word, indeed I have Sir!
Now this man is no dolt, he’s seen them there polls, all sad and wet for old Malcolm
With Bill gaining fast, the Killing Seasons Cast, He’ll be slipperier than a stripper’s pole with talcum

And who’s smarter than NASA? Empirical Boy is? with his conspiracies of climate denial
With hand on heart for his redhead upstart, who screams racism and denies her own bile
But come one and all to the Facebook popcorn ball, and get set to watch the implosion
as the workers they hate ‘n say the ABCC’s great, Don’t blame me, you bastards chose ’em

And there stands Bill, looking to the light on the hill, with Gough shining down upon him
You nearly had it mate, 2017 is looking great, Solidarity forever -always remind ’em
Don’t let the Tories and Nationalists stick it to the boys, toiling hard in torrid conditions
Speak loud for the worker, day in and day out, and always, always stand with ’em

For the Shearers they bled, were jailed and they died to stop these bastards takin’ over
It’s your grit ‘n your guts, ‘n even Sam n’ your bus, that’ll  take us back from that poser
Like the Shearers ‘n Stockade, fight with your might, paint the towns Red instead of Blue
Stick to your guns, and the workers’ll come, cos in their hearts they’ll recognise you.

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About trishcorry

I love to discuss Australian Politics. My key areas of interest are Welfare, Disadvantage, emotions in the workplace, organisational behaviour, stigma, leadership, women, unionism. I am pro-worker and anti-conservativism/Liberalism. I am a proud member of the Australian Labor Party and you will find my blog posts written from a Laborist / Progressive Slant.

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15 thoughts on “The Ballad of Auspol 2016

  1. A reminder of where fairness and gratitude came from
    Thank you Trish

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Bighead1883 | December 6, 2016, 11:36 pm
    • Well that is a compliment! Thank you.. The first Australian poem I ever learnt was “The Circus” By CJ Dennis. First public speech and drama event as well at seven years old. I love Australian Poetry with a passion.

      Liked by 1 person

      Posted by trishcorry | December 7, 2016, 7:48 am
      • Yes..there is a touch of the “ratbag” in even the most serious pieces..as if the writer is aware of too much brightness in the wide Aust’ landscape to take most things too seriously..but then when they do, they hit right to the core of the issue..

        Liked by 1 person

        Posted by freefall852 | December 7, 2016, 7:52 am
        • Wow that is such a beautiful description of our unique bush poetry and so accurate.

          Like

          Posted by trishcorry | December 7, 2016, 7:54 am
        • Freefall852
          I think you hit a point there comrade, we tend to get all serious and let the grubby events drag us down.
          I am of the generation where pollies addressed workplaces and on the waterfront where I worked, I miss the laconic larrikin that was inevitably in most workplaces then.Now technology and the “me” generations are depriving us of social interaction.
          I used to go to “Politics in the Pub” that was held around here but would come away felling like shit and sick of staring at the self obsessed angry crowd that were usually there on single issue politics.
          While I acknowledge we are in a terrible period there is still good in this world,good people too and enough people like Trish fighting to make a difference that I hold out hope for a better future.
          We need to fight hard to keep Labors hard fought gains but we also need to keep a spirit of civility and goodwill or we will all go crackers.
          Get me a few more larrikin politicians like Fred Daley and a few more comrade willing to see a ray of sunshine ahead,l am over grumps

          Liked by 2 people

          Posted by Ned Hockey | December 7, 2016, 2:15 pm
      • Trish, well done, again!

        Liked by 1 person

        Posted by townsvilleblog | December 7, 2016, 12:11 pm
  2. Here’s a little effort by yr’s T..you may find sympathy with.
    https://freefall852.wordpress.com/2016/08/20/the-fallen/

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by freefall852 | December 7, 2016, 8:46 am
  3. Ms Corry this seems to fit here comrade, another in the series regularly sent to me
    I love this bloody country

    this land of booze and honey

    of Opera House and Harbour Bridge

    of shearing shed ’n’ dunny

    I love this bloody country

    where the sea is full of sharks

    where there’s redbacks on the toilet seat

    where your car gets booked by narks

    I love our bloody country

    this island Gert by sea

    of rabbit, snake and cane toad

    and the eucalyptic tree

    Where your pollies are all ratbags

    either that or on the take

    where it’s hard to tell the difference

    between reality and Rake

    Where your team gets trounced each Saturday

    and your pub runs out of beer

    where you’re bank-robbed by the CBA

    and nagged by Germaine Greer

    I love this bloody country

    of drought and flood and fire

    with asylum seekers welcomed

    with lots of razor wire

    Where bigotry is Brandis’d,

    and tolerance? A mockery,

    thanks to ranting, raving racists

    in the ranks of our shock-jockery

    I love this bloody country

    this land we call Australia

    which has an awful anthem

    coz Australia rhymes with failure

    Australian stories end in woe

    Or in acute embarrassment

    like Gallipoli and Burke & Wills

    and Rolf’s revolting harassment

    (Another woeful ending’s

    in our national song

    when a suicidal swaggie

    drowns in a billabong.)

    I love this bloody country

    where nothing could be finer

    than to have the place exported

    by some rapacious miner

    Our commonwealth of minerals

    by legislative stealth

    goes to Clives and Ginas

    to create uncommon wealth

    And while Gina counts her billions

    we must count the cost

    in budget cuts to everything

    because of taxes lost

    Once Australian megawealth

    was the gift of the merino

    now it comes from human sheep

    fleeced in James’ casino

    Why salute the Union Jack

    on our patriotic rag?

    a Dickies towel or galvo sheet

    would make a prouder flag

    (The Queen’s a nice old lady

    but it’s really time to ditch her

    – better that our head of state

    was someone like Lowitja.)

    I love this bloody country

    where all our famous brands

    from Vegemite to Qantas

    are flogged to foreign lands

    And where our trad Australian slang

    (drongo, dinky-di ’n’ dingo)

    is forgotten in the rush

    to Coca-culture lingo

    I love this bloody country

    it really could be worse

    when this ancient columnist

    goes from bad to verse

    Like

    Posted by Ned Hockey | December 7, 2016, 12:40 pm

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Trish Corry

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I love to discuss Australian Politics. My key areas of interest are Welfare, Disadvantage, emotions in the workplace, organisational behaviour, stigma, leadership, women, unionism. I am pro-worker and anti-conservativism/Liberalism. I am a proud member of the Australian Labor Party and you will find my blog posts written from a Laborist / Progressive Slant.

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