The Nicholls Electorate

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We set the scene

In 2016

Once stuck in Stone

We now were free


We flipped from Libs to Nats and won

A party seat beat by a Drum

They celebrate and pop the cork

Yet we receive no barreled pork


A seat so safe was not much win

For those that pull the party string

Drums beat made clear in voting track

He casts it for the party's back


He takes a stand, to do no harm

Yet votes against the dairy farm

A party lead by latte sipping

Inner City country whipping


The name has changed

The ballot arranged

It's 2019

The electorate estranged


Palmer and Hanson place up higher

Than independents drudged in mire

Engagement's low, it's lower still

The vote we cast, we foot the bill


Drum beats through, continues on

He sings to us, Nicholls swansong

The party's fractured, full of deniers

Of science and climate fuelled by fires


And if an independent comes

And transforms us, the lucky ones

For not one party gives a fuck

The safest seat must come unstuck

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