Boring yuppie fuck

As I walked out the other day, just trying to save some trees

A passer-by, white shirt and tie, yelled some abuse at me

He said "Why don't you get a job, you bludging greenie scum?"

This was my reply to him, and I yelled it at the top of my lungs

I said "Oh yes, what do you do then, and what does it contribute?

How does it cover up who gets shot and who you help to shoot?

And how does it help to decide who's to live and who's to die?"

Actually, I didn't quite say that; this was more my reply:

I said "You boring yuppie fuck,

You boring yuppie fuck

Why don't you just go away and fall under a truck

If you think you're getting rid of me, mate, you're out of luck

You right wing racist apathetic boring yuppie fuck."

He was taken aback when he heard my words, he'd expected meek and mild

But being meek and turning cheeks is really not my style

The "Get a haircut!" was the next thing that he loudly whined

I'm surprised he managed to survive this long if he's not just thick but blind

So I said....

He dribbled on his tie, belched "Fuck up and die" and went back to his work

He probably thought he'd scored the winning line from his self-satisfied smirk

He's probably an accountant for the lawyers who defend Shell or BHP

But if he thinks that's socially-useful work, well - I just can't agree

So I said....

Now you may say I should have tried to convince him that we're right

And that alienating potential support is a sure way to lose the fight

That argument's fine if reasoned debate could win him to our ranks

But if someone throws a turd at you, you don't swallow it and say thanks

I really do think non-violence s the best way to save the trees

But I'm not a Gandhian, and I don't believe I have to love my enemies

I wouldn't like to see him shot, I don't believe in it

But the way I see it is, I have no gun but I can spit.

So I spat.... (Ch x 2)