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Stewie
Ward 8 at the Q.E., somewhere down WoodvilleA smoky grey Thursday - take out your swordStewie was born, there was blood on the sheetsThe doctor was drunk and the sister was boredHome was a weatherboard housing trust unitA low cyclone fence and a sparse gravel driveDad was a truckie from Adelaide to MelbourneTwo trips a week just to keep them aliveThe first sentence for Stewie was going to schoolIn prison-grey trousers he marched in the yardHis mum shed a tear at his vaselined pushbackClutching a ruler, his name on a card"Step forward Stewart Bedson," the headmaster saidIt seemed like Stewie was always in strife"Step forward Stewart Bedson," the magistrate said"This time 10 years...next time, life"Grades 1 through 7 passed pretty quicklyDetention and caning and one million linesStewie could read just enough to get byStewie could read all the shoplifting signsThere was a bond for a biro and a fine for some fagsLetras de cancionesAnother kid's bike, leading up to a carPhotographs, fingerprints, juvenile courthouseA year in McNally's for going too far"Step forward Stewart Bedson," the magistrate saidOver pine-panelled wood leaned the face of the law"We think you're a threat to property and justiceThree years up the creek, while we make sure"A robbery in violence for retaliationFor beatings and bashings at the hands of the screwsTime in and time out and time and againIs this what they mean by paying your dues?Some people had plenty while others had noneFor the same working week it seemed year after yearWorked over by coppers for tipping the scalesLife wasn't meant to be easy."Step forward Stewart Bedson," the magistrate saidOver pine-panelled wood leaned the face of the law"We think you're a threat to property and justiceThree years up the creek, while we make sure"Ward 8 at the Q.E., somewhere down WoodvilleA smoky grey Thursday - take out your swordStewie was born, there was blood on the sheetsThe doctor was drunk and the sister was bored...
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