Said the Abbott to the treasurer.

Said the Abbott to the treasurer.

As this pathetic excuse for a government approaches it’s first budget, and with the lies  flying thick and fast from the Abbott and his cronies, I thought it was time for another poem.   😯

And after much consideration, I decided to make it  another in the “Said the Abbott…” series, and this is it.   😀

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Said the Abbott to the treasurer.

 

Said the Abbott to the treasurer

There’s a snow job still to do

To address the large imbalance

Between the poor and the richest few

We need to make adjustments

To reflect our own agendas

And to hide the fact that the LNP

Are the billionaires defenders

😉

The wealthy need the lions share

Of tax breaks and supports

To help them build the economy

By Mogul, welfare rorts

But the problem is, those pensioners

Who want more than their share

How dare they think that they deserve

A system that is fair?

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I mean, they’ve lived a bloody lifetime

And most have naught to show

But they think that just because they’re old

The welfare funds should flow

Now with these, we must tread carefully

To protect our supporter bases

So we’ll do them over gently

While we put on friendly faces

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But those disability pensioners

Are something else again

Cos they’re just a bunch of bludgers

Who can’t work… cos they’re in pain?

Amputees and the terminally ill

Should shut their whingeing gobs

Then take a bloody Aspro

And get back to their jobs

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And then there’s those that claim the right

To see a doctor for free

Well that’s not gonna happen here,

With the glorious LNP

User pays, is our belief

And if they think that’s tough

Well go and whinge to someone else

Cos we don’t give a stuff

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All Medicare locals will be gone

While renewables take a hit

With cuts to public services turning

Labors legacy to shit

And the assets sell off, was a coup

For all our wealthy mates

As you shifted blame from the government

To the stupid, bloody states

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And bloody Clive has said that he

Will stop us in our tracks

He’ll even reconsider keeping

That bloody carbon tax

So we have to hit them hard and fast

And give ourselves a pass

To do whatever else it takes

To sell Australia’s arse

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If we can get the budget through

Then the country’s been done over

While the rightful rulers of the land

Will find themselves in clover

So hold your nerve and stay your course

Cos the media, we’ll keep hogging

And the poor, and the most vulnerable

Will cop… a right royal… flogging

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