I was a bit confused and lost for words,
Whilst at the servo there today…
No change left from a hundred
Daylight robbery was underway…
It’s un-Australian to say the least,
For all us battlers, now it seems…
The price of fuel is worth a mint,
It has shattered all my dreams…
The Holden’s going into moth balls,
I’ll dust off the push bike from the shed..
It will mean I will be late for work,
Suffer a stroke or wind up dead…
Also, the cost of living is on the rise,
Fuel prices are the blame they say…
The average aussie will have nothing left,
From his fornight pay…
It looks like sausages again tonight,
My sorrows I must drown…
Things are crook in Tallarook !
With only one beer to wash it down…
Len Newey 2022