And I Am Outta Here! Poem by Stuart Logan

Upon the lower country,
That combines the sea and sand.
Freedom fights for justice,
In this redundant land.

The cities are the mob war scenes,
The country town's a joke.
And every time I see that dumb smurf, Rudd,
I hope that he will choke.

For lies and lies are building,
And the swirls of mighty dust.
Always make my throat seize up,
I think its Cairns or bust.

Its boiling in the summer,
And freezing in the cold.
Why can't this place make up it's mind,
Why cant it ever fold?

So I guess that I will wait a bit,
Deal with it for a moment more.
Unless when the storms run in,
I wind up on the floor.

So farewell sunburnt country,
Farewell to the scorching day.
I'll see you when I come to terms with life,
And reach the USA.