As I left my seat
this very morn, and gave my last address
Meeting with each
juror’s eye, the facts I tried to stress
Circumstances are
adequate for a strong case to be built
And a jury can be
satisfied, of this man’s final guilt
The exacting
criminal standard, of beyond a reasonable doubt
Is what you all
must conclude, before you snuff his freedom out
But not every fact I
tell you, just the elements of the crime
And I’ve told you
why you should find my way, the verdict here is mine
He snuck in
through the airport, with some seasoning and tea
Told Customs that
it all was his, but through his story they did see
They searched his
bags, and did some tests, and drug’s they found for sure
Then opened
up the second box, oh dear, they found some more
“Yes ma’am, I did
pack it, and I know exactly what is there”
But soon his
version shifted, as Customs met his dare
“Actually”, he recanted, “t’was my girlfriend who helped me pack
Oh, now I’ve just
remembered, it was all done when I got back"
Why would he bring
from overseas, food you can easily buy here
Such objective bloody
stupidity, to me it’s quite unclear
Cabramatta has a
thousand shops where you can get this stuff for cheap
But this here man,
from Ho Chi Min, will soon have cause to weep
“My girlfriend told me what to do, although I really hate to cook
I’m told it’s
good for smokers, and I don’t want to get crook
If I don’t like
it I’ll pass it on, but I’m keeping half the tea”
What a shock he
would have got, with hot ephedrine at three
Mostly untrue,
this tale he’s told, a simple pack of lies
Rely upon your mother
tongue, your Aussie accent do disguise
You’ve been here more
than thirty years, you know the tricks for sure
You’ve been home
about a dozen times, and this time’s just once more
Tomorrow we’ll
have the jury back, with a verdict based on fact
Because nothing
from his guilty actions, do we want to detract
But sentencing it
won’t be harsh, it’s five years in the clink
And that’s the
bloody maximum’s, these Tier One laws they stink
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