One there was this
Admiral, who’d spent his life at sea
But with rank he
saw entitlement, yes, give it all to me
From his Travel
Card did he borrow, while commanding the whole fleet
But if a junior
rank did such a thing, a court martial they’d meet
When the
Admiral’s career it ended, he retired to St Ives
And his good life
it continued, with two Beemers in his drive
Got the top
job at Sydney Ferries, another fleet for him to lead
With it came a
corporate credit card, and a conduit for his greed
That jewelry and the
holidays, please put in on the plastic
The groceries and
some nice red wine, my life it's so fantastic
I’ve got this
bloody mortgage; it is so damn hard to pay
Thank goodness
for this credit card, it really paves the way
I took the family
to the shaky isles, for a lengthy holiday
But I’m a bit
short on the readies, so I’ll get the taxpayers to pay
I wrote and told
the Minister the ferries finances they were fine
A few anomalies
not mentioned, ‘cause most of them were mine
I got hauled
up before ICAC, my good times soon were done
My card’s a
million in the red, and my life had lost its fun
What really is
the problem, I’m the boss here don’t you know
I have wants that
need financing, despite my poor cash flow
I pleaded guilty
at the very end, I saw the writing on the wall
What is that old
saying, yes, “oh how the mighty fall”
I stood so still
before the judge as he sentenced me to jail
My life before it
was so good, but it’s now a complete fail
But I still could
get an ICO, and my liberty might maintain
I’ll tell him
that I’m sorry and contrite, and avoid that further pain
Once I sailed the
seven seas, in charge with a fox’s cunning
Now I’m selling nuts
and bolts as I sail the aisles in Bunnings
Gosh you're good, Paul. Very talented. Jo Buchanan
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