Indigenous is great

Love you or hate you

It depends

When your mob role drunk in the streets

Steal

Menace

Lie

Thieve and cheat

You must berate them for that choice

They have refused opportunity

You have an image problem Adam

You are a privileged person

Crying wolf

Thinking

Everyone is against you

Are you sure you are a victim

Your mob needs you to rise for them

You are out of step with reality

You are never spotted in Kalgoorlie

Collecting aboriginals out of the gutter

You are never seen in South Hedland

Saving drugged and drunken blacks

You are never observed in Alice renovating derelict housing

In fact we have only ever seen you play football

And

So have most of your mob

You are hogging all of the publicity

That could save a drunk

Save a diseased child

Save a glue addict

Save a petrol sniffing teenager

Save a comfortable home

Your mob surely are not amused

Whilst one of their greatest lights shines only on you