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queen of prawns

Super-rich are the Devils spawn, why Nigeria has the Con-Mans FORM, old habits: Craft, Deceit, and Pirates cop it sweet, can't change em tootie suite, though IN poverty reborn, NO lesson learned, forlorn, Gina's seed dilemna thorn, {high enema?} Nigeria on-delete.... so goes the queen of prawns... Don Johnson Logic rules the universe, Levels Earned at EVERY birth, VERILY are worse, if you've been a greedy Hog, you'll suckle under Dogs of lessons learned a DEARTH? The SUCK-IT-UP cum-drop CURSE, KARMA'S empty purse, just no excuse for Frogs...... Don Johnson im saying Gods will is verily done, when reborn the nasty one, in sweet dear old Nigeria, the slum.... the lesson is no fun.... Where next doth your spirit come? If you've reaped bad seed 4 some sow well, the sweetness mum....

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2015

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Maelstrom In this little hell world, with its thorns all unfurled, it seems we are all born to suffer, subtle as hell, fire burning so well, into the maelstrom we’re hurled., plum-duffer, ( bum soker…dumb fker} born stupid by chance, me brains didn’t dance, just too long out in the rain? the bloody hot heat, cooked me brain incomplete,, wonder if I'm bloody insane, but I cannot complain, bout brainless, de-brained, as a hell is so subtle, so neat, we notice it not, till I bloody forgot, that we all cop it sweet, a connection deletes, till, ole Quartpot’s doing his rain dance again. Don Johnson …

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2013

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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…..

Copyright © DON JOHNSON | Year Posted 2012