( this is a peace offering to Kimberly)

I'd fight for peace and happiness,
I'd fight for trees and wilderness,
I'd fight to legalise weed,
I'd fight to end corporate greed
I'd fight for people's human rights
I'd get in many bloody fights
I'd wave my placards way up high
I'd shake my fists as the police went by,
I'd dodge and run from the gas,
I'd  shout things that were pretty crass,
My stress was hign, my life was fast
Your blood pressure's up you'll won't last
Said the doctor with a sad face
You'll need to slow to a more measured pace
Fighting for freedom's a real good goal
But its a dam lot harder when you're on the dole
If you want to improve the world's health,
Make some money and increase your wealth,
Eat good food, exercise and do good deeds,
Help people with their daily needs,
Be a friend of those with none,
You'll find it more useful than a gun,
I'm older now my stress is down,
I love my life in Sydney town,
I love beauty and all that's nice
but I still have my favorite vice,
I still fight for what I think is right,
It's kept me awake many a night,
I fight with words as sharp as knives,
To try and improve our our daily lives,
And occasionally would you know it,
The bastards call me a bloody poet.