Us all sore cement was we.
Not warmed then with glares. Not glutting mush
under that pole the lightning's tied to.
No farrow-shit in milk to make us randy.
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Oi you hurt anymore of my people I'll do you in bruv. you got it bruv.
This must be a brilliant poem because I don't understand a single word of it! All I know is that it's set in the Australian bush and there is great commotion in it.
Cows are better. Change my mind.