Hell bent on destroying our home, 

Not just the food bowl, but our Earth as a whole, 

No where and no more will I roam.

He signed off on this deal, with no right to appeal,

Even Barnaby was shouted down,

The man had point, “Don't tear up the joint”, 

Still Joyce IS blustering clown.

As for Minister Hunt, with his cunning stunt, 

Don't treat us as fools, though you try,

“I like Barnaby Joyce”, but he has no voice, 

“Still he is a really nice guy” 

 And poor Jolly Joe, the real estate pro, 

Has no clue how his measures can hurt, 

Level playing fields out, if you ain’t got no clout,

Poor people don't drive, he'll assert.

The rich get richer and the poor get the picture, 

Our once fair country in doubt,

With negative gearing, there is no hearing

For those who live without.

Can I charter a chopper, $5000 a whopper, 

to get to the party on time,

Inexcusable waste, Madam Speaker your haste, 

Costing taxpayers oh what a crime.

What a sorry mess, in this country we're blessed, 

Still this government serves but a few, 

No vision, no light, just a terrible plight

More homeless, less fauna; won't do.

Our beautiful shores are blemished by bores, 

Seeking to gild their own nest, 

The longer in power, will turn out quite sour, 

Thwarting attempts for the BEST.

Your vote is a changer, don't be a stranger, 

Use it to better our place, 

Our leader is key, to humanity, 

To smile with dignified grace.

Dona Eaton   

Lochiel