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Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my belt, like:

        pasty glut

        cosmetic spring roll rut

        five o’clock shadow cigarette butt.


I mean, I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

 
I try to talk about the good ol’ U.S. of A.,

and I’ve never mentioned Uncle Sam once,

except to suspect he lives inside Colonel Sanders

who also gives me a big pain in the ass

with his mysterious suppository herbs & spices;

cos I’m trying to fit in, see?

I’m trying to integrate.

 
Okay, I can get nervous about women,

and cover it up under muscle and toughness, O.K.!

Say: “All sheilas are made fer ****in’!”

while dreaming:

         leather cock thrust

         beer lubrication

         violet steak lips!

Say: “All poets are poofs!” and

beat my balls around fields of green

with wooden sticks so stiff and clean, screaming

          semen icing power

          spread on scones of breasts!   


Bloody hell! Can’t ya see?

I’m trying to integrate,

trying to fit in.

 
Like wearing high-heeled snow-shoes

and roller-skater shirts;

doing al the expected things, even tho’

my Balinese sarong trips me up occasionally.

I’ve got a sun-tanned asshole,

and I’m keeping me nose to the ground,

no bloody fear! I’m integrating, ya see?

Trying to sit in.

 
I’m a tough-fisted slow-sauntering grog-pissing

knife balling tit watching boong hating self-deceiving

regular visionless mate of no matter:

 
              Swallowed by deserts

                       and the fear of ******s;

              Tortured by sun

                       and the freeze of lost passion;

              Murdered in business;

                        resurrected in wages!

              Enslaved in the cities and

                         imprisoned by FACTS

that stretch from my body

in steel rails of tracks I ride on,

              I hide on:

                          I’ve lost where I’ve been.

But I’m integrating

                          (yeah, INTEGRATING!)

I’m just fitting in.
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