Poem: The ten point scam

The racist scum are on the bum
they need our help again
to protect the interests of
our rich and famous men.
Working folk are on their arse
treated as if second class
it's not for the likes of you or me
that he's promising certainty.
It's the movers and the shakers,
not the Salvos or the Quakers,
looking after rich and famous men
who would steal our common wealth
with their lawyers and their stealth.
It worked before,
they'll try it on again,
looking after rich and famous men.
The racist scum are on the bum
they have a ten point scam.
That coward Howard asks,
what is the moral question?
Who do you think I am?
As Minister for State,
spreading lies and fear and hate,
he slams the station gate —
for certainty.
I wouldn't trouble Minchin
if you are penny pinchin:
he can't hear the hungry cry
nor see old people die,
though you might like to try
he's got bigger fish to fry.
He's looking after rich and famous men.
The racist scum are on the bum
they need our help again
to protect the interests of
our rich and famous men.
It's the Sultans of Brunei
not the likes of you or I
for whom they stride.
It's that wacker Kerry Packer,
MacLachlans, McDonalds
and McBride,
with whom they side.
They need certainty
for all eternity —
secure land title is all that they desire and no drought,
or flood,
or fire;
and perhaps, should it transpire
that the markets have a downturn
governments should do a u-turn
and provide a subsidy:
just a bit more certainty.
It is what you would expect when
you're looking after rich and famous men.
The racist scum are on the bum
they have a ten point scam.
That coward Howard asks,
what is the moral question?
Who do you think I am?
The racist scum are on the bum
they need our help again
to protect the interests of
our rich and famous men.