Don Johnson Poet Ballad

Fatso Cops It Sweet

Fatso

Greedy fatso, super rich,
Fat miners and some lunatics,
Tumor on brain seems to be,
Another treasure a certainty,
Are you following this pitch,
He he…

Imported workers, paid $1000 less,
A week for their distress,
To take the wage of Aussies sweet,
Like scabs of old, low moral feat,
The blackballed certainly,
Computer has the name of thee,
Aussie workers, to delete!

Only a thousand dollars a week,
From each wage the boss can keep,
Does it stick in the Aussie workers craw,
Scab labor brought in from offshore,
Or will they cop it sweet,
Haw haw…..

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Debbie Duncan July 15, 2012 at 4:00 PM good one,,,, have a great day ;}

David Williams July 11, 2012 at 3:43 PM Don well said, same here with the Olympics, they were using migrant workers as security staff and half of them have just buggered off into the city, now they are having to bring in the army, good on ya mate..David

Michelle Mac Donald July 11, 2012 at 8:13 AM Whoa, that's alot of moolah, Don! Hey, I think I'll head out your way! (joking:). I can see your point, "the fatso cops" don't always give a dam.:( Keep well!! Mikki

Cindy Lu July 11, 2012 at 3:05 AM soupmail :)

Russell Sivey July 10, 2012 at 9:42 PM I see your point my friend! It seems to be that way here as well! Always taking away our jobs and our money! This is a fantastic write Don! I really enjoyed the 'sweetness' of it he he! Great Work!!

Cindy Lu July 10, 2012 at 9:23 PM very nostalgically written, profound. Bye, bye lovely Bubby, my time is up at this site, time to bid you farewell, although I may visit your poetry on Sunday, just to read. I will miss you. Baby Lu