Bitter Sweet Project Blues
I'm sorry Auckland
I saw happy sails sailing once.
I felt the breeze that came my way
And kept me happy in my play.
You had a cheer
Our cheeks were near
I came back to you
Just one of the few
On the starters blocks again
Give it a go, act the man
Jolly good the company
That I'd kept. Then money men.
B.COM's, LLB's and fleas
Who next to put upon their knees?
What's his Club? Pay our fees!
How much you got? Watch out for bees!
IRD with GST. "Shortfalls" happily.
You know that 1 and 1 make 3
That's 2 more than the 1 for you
We'll fleece you with our GST
You know we make the rules for free,
And we only talk with your LLB
Good advice our monopoly
An interpretation even they can't see.
The word is out I stole the show.
(Not one of them) He'll have to go.
He hasn't built his house of cards.
Consign him to his life with bards.
WHAT'S THE POINT
What's the point of knowledge
If we've not learned to think?
What's the point of courage
If we've never seen the brink?
What's the point of using words
If they're not subservient to deeds?
What's the point of being here
If we can't meet ours and others needs?
What's the point of making points
If they're falling on deaf ears?
Who's the prick that makes these points?
Does he not know we live off fears?