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I love my tribe
a brawl in mud
beer after
will it cheer me on?
cryptic in numbers
enough for forever
and that is where we go
wave madly
the singing is to trick
will my tribe know
how it got home?
spot the difference
guess the weather
guess who
guess again
and aren’t we just the harmless creatures?
my tribe is passing the time
and hand of cards
cricket scores crossing the desert
tickle under here
stern shoulder
step up
and on your marks
a topple off overdoing
we are the ones who are following orders
love a tale to tell and bury
shine the trophy now
take medals
a keg of flag
and singing tricks
tribe was always a murder
I ask you – will a biscuit kill me?
keep those bloody flies out
here are the woods of our word on fire
come through the catastrophe
hand out some scones
blame the weather again
why not?
the weather blames us too
game’s on
we’ll see who wins
I had an idea I had an idea
but that couldn’t have been
it’s the song to trick
lean in
that was a corner just now
no one knew
and here we are cause here we are
caught with some few of the symptoms again
somehow not quite right
all through history you’ll notice
how it might have been us
lucky break a forward pass
my tribe it has the ball
and sometimes plural
which way to run?
an angry shout
was it not always tributary?
only got a mention
the podium is coal
tribe of thieves and all denial
have to love them though
because we have to guess
can’t know
it’s tattooed on my future too
a slur and othering
wasn’t that a dainty cup to set before…
the storm is partying
may girls tribe too
or merely mother?
some say soldier on
we are a precipice together
better worse wrong right
country that was never mine
just happened
it is topped with an absence
all sing
have an accident
bank that
think of that island where we have sunk them
think of the helpless – you’ll drown
never dare though ask the tribe
will it cheer me on?
will it ever?
will it cheer on one like me?
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