He’s gentle, he’s caring
He’s old, but he’s wise
He’s one of those trustworthy elderly guys
He makes our decisions and thinks for us which is
Why I am one of
John Howard’s bitches
A man of compassion
A man of forgiveness
The truth’s not important unless there’s a witness
But even the best government has it’s glitches
That’s why I’m one of
John Howard’s bitches
He’s my daddy
He’s my world
I’m like a giggling private school girl
He’s my sun, my moon and my stars
Each night he beats me and kisses the scars
A man of integrity, honor and class
He’ll lie in your ear while he’s fucking your arse
He’ll laugh at your suffering
Take poloroid pictures
That’s why I’m one of
John Howard’s biches
I visit his mansion
I’m his pool-boy
He plays the Catholic priest
I play the school-boy
After dinner we say our prayers
And then he handcuffs me under the stairs
Most people don’t like to think they’re a whore
What else can we be when we still ask for more?
Thank God I’m not indigenous, homeless or poor
Last week he beat me so hard I took thirty six stitches
He can’t say he’s sorry but promises riches
And we mustn’t think we deserve better which is…
We we are, all of us, John Howard’s bitches.
