Bones of My Arse

I’d love a big night and shout my mates a round or three

I’d love to book a restaurant and dine in luxury

I’d love to go on holidays and drink poolside daiquiris

But I’ll have to give it all a pass coz, I’m on the bones of my arse

I’d love to go to concerts and reserve seats in the front row

I’d love a steady gardener, so I don’t have to mow

I’d love to own a mustang and cruise out of town

But no, I must catch the bus coz, I’m on the bones of my arse

Cheat the self-checkout at Woolies

Picking fruit from people’s trees

Raiding the bargain bins and claiming Centrelink

Sell my stuff on marketplace

So I can feed my face and keep living in this place

To fund my ongoing contribution to human waste

But even if I had the money, I’d save it up instead

Of buying shit that I don’t need or getting off my head

Coz when you’ve gone without for as long as I have now

You gain an appreciation for things you find on ground

A hustle here and a hustle there, little hustles anywhere

2018