August 21: Sacked over the phone ...

I had a job in Queensland, I was working in the mines

Apparently my time was up, their needs were in decline

I was sitting on the dunny, checking messages on my phone

When a text message from my CEO, drew from me a groan

How bloody rude is this I thought, as I reached out for the paper

Sacked by bloody SMS, just what here is this caper

I clipped my belt, I left the hut, and stormed off in a huff

Inside their million dollar Ute, I had had enough

I drove a bit, then stopped the truck, it’s not cool to drive and text

My mind it was in turmoil, just what could I do next

I opened up the message app, and with my fingers and my thumb

Ripped them out a message, with a reference to the sun

“Thank you for your SMS, but this phone is yours not mine

But you can shove that bloody message, right where the sun don’t shine

You can poke your dirty, filty job, 'cause I just don't give a f%$k
And you can keep your bloody severance pay, coz mate ... I’ve got your truck

Sacked by phone ...