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Aborigines
If they do not understand
US Oom-Pah-Pah*
There’s an easy solution
Bomb them into submission
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*”Oom-Pah-Pah” is a lively and somewhat risqué song from Lionel Bart’s musical Oliver!, sung by Nancy and the crowd at the “Three Cripples” tavern. The word “oom-pah-pah” is seemingly used euphemistically to refer to both intoxication and fornication; however, as the song points out, the word’s meaning is only as dirty as the listener interprets it.”
The Waif In The Woodshed
THE WAIF IN THE WOODSHED
I’ve been putting it off for so long
Putting on more and more layers
But now the fire is all but dead
So I brace my shivering bones
Brave the ice laden air
Go out to the woodshed
And that’s where I find her
Huddled in the dusty far corner
Hard to make out in the half light
“Please don’t hurt me, sir”
Barely even a whisper
Her little eyes wide with fright
I crouch, summon my gentlest smile
“Why ever would I want to do that and
Why are you hiding outside in this storm?
Why don’t you come in by the fire?
You must be freezing out here in the dark
Come inside where it’s cosy and warm”
A little head shakes, shakes again
“No … It’s not safe … You’re all cruel
And I’m alright … Just leave me be”
I sigh, stand up, pick up some logs and leave
I could take her a blanket but I know what I’d find
The same thing I always find … No one there but me
Gutter Press
Sep 14
Posted by Ben Naga
GUTTER PRESS
Neighbourhood gossip
She loves digging up the dirt
She does it in spades
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Tags: Cruelty, Life, Nastiness, Pettiness, Social commentary