pakeha

I got the flea
in a pigsty
with crippiling abuse
hurled and other thought
amongst the sea
that time forgot
i healed the word it suited me
i was the pig
a withered tree
i was bit
it suited me
not just the suit
could better fit
the word was a gash
that sewed now split
and volcanoes blew
and let er rip
sending all of us here
fleeing free
the European Asian
and the Maori

and all of us left here in the shit
i was there
between the waves and ill admit
i still can see the pig was bit
above the waist
and in this case
i will admit
that i was there
for all to see
amongst the waste
but ill stay happy
 and take out my teeth
and put them back inside my case
so the next one hit
will leave no trace
a word thats here
a bit misplaces
a bit uncouth
a bit uncanny
i bit
he bit
we chewed the paste
we all were bit
i rest my case