Autumn, and plastic packets dance, on a brewery scented breeze.
brightly coloured carrier bags decorate leafless trees
a bubbling nogood fridge, is rusting, in a sulphurous yellow creek
and blackbags full of garbage gas,
are dumped in souless streets
A silted abandonned canal emits a blinding evil fog
and a mob of shreiking children stone a bloated headless dog.
On the banks of a stinking river, there is only ruin and desolaton
and in every dreary downcast city, mobs are driven to desperation.
But, away from the filth in jolly roger land,
pollies are up to their necks in sleaze
as their spinning mates, clothed in fine silk suits,
churn out spiel, with endless ease.
Forever, the machine, is laundering
flying, lying, doodoo crap,
it simply hasn't the power to stop,
it's just one gigantic, jobby, cover-up the stink,
protecting the gangsters at the top.
' Roll up roll up, roll up, ignore the litter,
the chewing gum,
the beer cans in the street,
cos it's safe to spend,
spend spend spend;
just as long as the price
of your 20 grand house,
continues to rise, an' rise, an' rise
into infinity.

archie hardie, 29/9/07