On arrival…

On arrival…

As they sipped by the fire hearth,

pigs basted for Christmas.

Two of the crowd devils robes in sheeps litmus.

Four arms you will rest as pigs swill I detest

and the Anzac lives on across town, forget lest..

Who turned the tidal wave of your horror.

You cannot kill what cannot be killed.. why? 😂That’s for me to know and for you to eat swill…

Back to blog