DO NOT BE LED ASTRAY BY THE SERPENT AND HIS MINIONS.

At ease, typing on my computer
Breathing in the air, so polluted
Particulate Matter (10) all up in my airways
Swim naked in the river, I paddled a fair way
Write letters of protest to the local MP
With a glass of wine my stomach empty
The articulate manner in which I speak
Is not to be confused with the local Aboriginal dialect of Maddawgqueef
Niggaz think they know me
They don't really know me
They don't know if that mac or the 40 cal on me
But you know I plagiarised those 3 lines above me
Preach equality and solidarity through the poetry
23 with a 33, and gold that gleams
Gave it all away, to a woman with a big peens
Fiending for the kinesthetic touch of poetic
Justice must this hurt, emotional baggage over the 15kg limit
Inspect dem titties, big or small
As long as they're natural, I'll feel them all
Dinner now ready, I'd best eat it messily
Pad Thai so delish, thanks mum for the recipe
Lighthearted remarks, and deep shit for real
The question 'who am I' has so much appeal

And so is the nature of things

By Maddawg Queef.

DRINK FROM MY FOUNTAIN OF UNCOUTH UNTIL YOUR CUP OF PISS RUNNETH OVER

PS I fucked ya mum.

My primary role as the sgjytrjrte is to collect Melaleuca tree bark which I will use to scribble beautiful, tender prose (side note: meat can also be cooked in the dirt when wrapped up in the bark, sometimes I use the bark which I have written on to cook, thus instilling knowledge upon the clan and my seven young wives). I like 2 think of myself as the epitome of the articulate warrior. I am courageous, physically superior to almost all men, and co-founder of the Yellow Jumpsuit Revolution.