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This poem was inspired by the seminal hip hop track, Weekdays by TKO, Raypitt and Koori Rep

Weekdays in Gallipolli (1915)

This ones for the diggers on the weekend
Newy Boys for life

Monday night and the arty gun is dripping
Tuesday night on the donkey cart drifting
Wednesday night feels like I’m shape shifting
Thursday night and the 2up is gifting

I love getting drunk with my platoon that’s a ritual
See us in the trench fucking rowdy getting physical
I’m high on that morphine meditating getting spiritual
When drinking with the platoon get a carton and some biccies too
My weekdays are endless
I wake up with demons
My nightmares they are my plight
Got no time for fake comrades
I see through a iron sight
Shine like a new T-model
And shoot cunts with Enfields
While drifting on donkeys

I fear every day just as much as the other
But its just one more excuse to write yarns with my platoon
Smashing biscuits down in July like the middle of April
Weekly letters to my bitch you can say that I love her
burning that powder
Barrels hot make a Turk plummet
Move quick like Gibson but I ain’t a runner
Went straight to the top now we parlay at the summit
Real cunts move alone while British cunts move in numbers

Monday night and the arty gun is dripping
Tuesday night on the donkey cart drifting
Wednesday night feels like I’m shape shifting
Thursday night and the 2up is gifting

It’s a weekday night and I’m living in hell
Rest of the family see my letters and they freakin’
Cause I love my country and you know that’s what why I’m fighting
A shoot-up up with the boys
Ask the runt to go running
If no one takes off god it might be me
I sent some dick pics God I hope they won’t be leaking
And to the girl I’m courting I hope she won’t be leaving.
Due to photos in my pocket watch
Of me with no clothes on
In the my father’s conversation room
But in my own defense
It’s still better than being a Turk
Monday through to Friday
And I’m living in doom
Fuckin lost my pipe
I’m just hoping to get that back
Tobacco in my future
And I’m gonna have to stinge that
See if I can steal one
And give me a little match match
Then we find a trench
And our lips will go puff puff
Or to the same effect
Not stopping till my lungs are fuckin wrecked

Monday night and the arty gun is dripping
Tuesday night on the donkey cart drifting
Wednesday night feels like I’m shape shifting
Thursday night and the 2up is gifting

Well its a weekday you can catch me with all the platoon
cruising on my Donkey, Commodore, grinding that hoof
on our way to grab some morphine we about to get blazed
I been smokin’ it with the platoon since back at the base
I couldn’t care what they say I’m just hating life at the moment
scribbling letters with the platoon in the Dardanelles like we own it
now I just gotta stay focused and try to keep my rifle clean
the last couple of months has started ramping up a little bit
had dreams early on of killing the colonel
I think it’s time to commiserate grab a carton and raise from the bench
and here’s a yell to all the Turks fuckin’ pumpin’ our trench
You’re the reason we’re here your the reason I’ll stay
feelin lucky with this coin
I’m gonna go and have a flip
try and figure out which 2up is gonna win me some coin I need them doubloons
so we can drink whisky every day
Reflecting on our campaign yeah that’s the Newy Boys way

Get keen for the end of the tour lads
Koori Rep Wario TKO
Newy Boys for fuckin’ life
let’s get it.