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The Pansy Pink
The Pansy Pink Twenty second of October, 2013 almost over, A new Bikie gang was formed called the pansy‘Pink’, Their brother now in prison 15 years with no remission? Cos he wore a Bikie, belt? Ah yes I think, Down on the dusty borders, Police men wait with their orders? To intercept any Bikie, who does from interstate, try to creep, Old Soldiers on their Harleys wear their colors, been to Bali? Arrested and searched, like some other lousy sheep, The moral code of many, including Police men, drops the penny, The law is wrong that they are forced to keep, Power crazed polititians, laughed at with sardronic gasp derision, its enough to make an angel bloody weep And the bikies forced to wear the prison pink, Bikies say they wear the pink for breast cancer ladies, stick that one up you, son of hades?? Cos the madness and the badness, You wouldn’t do to sheep, But lunacy abounds in Queensland, madness, surrounds, Just ask anyone you meet…
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