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In Crown St Sydney you’ll find this awful place,
Evil run Sally’s in Sydney’s setting that pace.
Serving stale outdated food, making poor folks sick
Cannot report or complain; they come down real thick
Street level helps property buyers they serve as poor
Rest may eat & pay top dollar or evicted out the door
Extra stale bread, rotten fruit on the counter remain
Industrial rags the shop can’t sell is for collection again
Social workers are all mean & are awfully dam cruel
Folks who need are means tested in charge who rule
Houso’s & homeless, not recognised as the poor
Some rich come & go to save money will buy a meal
Scrounge their Opp shop, where most get a great deal
Discounted damaged refuse garbage men won’t take
Hous’os and the real poor, Street Level Salvo’s forsake
Get little service, pay top price for busted up goods
No discount on furnishings from these Salvo Hoods
Free delivery for rich, the poor pay top price
Volunteers gets best; shop the rest act they are nice.
Slave labour workers for Sally’s rake in huge profits
The homeless, houso’s & the real poor have to cop-it
Salvos new policy make sure profit gets top priority
Don’t matter where, they just rip off Sydney society
In Crown St Sydney you’ll find this nasty ole place
Surrey Hills Sydney, home for this Salvo‘s disgrace

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This Salvo division soup kitchen, opp shop and slave house is the meanest roughest dirties grubby Savation Army ever, even has a church service on Fridays where the poor eat shit & that they reclaim. they serve food donated City of Sydney Garbos.most of it is rotten & soiled they then reclaim from the city council & sell to us for$2:00, The food is rotten, stale rock hard scraps served, gastro dishes, the place has a notorious reputation for food poisoning. In Feb 2000 I was jailed for ten days, held in Long Bay Jail on remand for reporting that place to the health department. I took my rotten meal to the city of Sydney council where eight cops dragged me off from the building to the Surrey Hills cop shop. I couldnt get to court straight away so I was held in remand at the Bay for 10 days. I later went to discrimination & complained & won. I was later on bashed to oblivion by council coppers that left me in hospital, eight weeks before the olympics that story made global news to how I finally got my Redfern Government disease infested squalla D.O.H. I went to a variety of soup kitchens who abused ne terrible treating us all worse than shit so I painted the bastards live in public, took majestic pictures I blew up & sold them in Belmore Art Markets near central. I attracted huge crowds & made a killing till the city shut them down & later boot me out of Circular Quay for good. After the olympics city council never reopened the art markets. I joined the Sydney Street chior then & took majestic pics on how we were treated atall the shit castles. I had a music shop in Perth that I scuttled the shop & came back to Sydney with $55,000 in my bank. I lost most of that visiting units & flats I would never get, the rest Sydney went to cops shops at various police stations charging me with trespass being on rich developers land illegally parked.. Busking in Sydney the grubby councill blocked off all street parking with expensive meters parking for the rich. I collected hundreds of parking fines plus, hundreds of tresspass charges that bought me back to street level seeking help. My family sold the house in Revesby from under me, they never forgave me that my father left the property to me that why my mother pissed me off to Perth in the first place. My family disowned me left me to rot& die at the Talbot, lodge or Salvos. It was a war zone hiding rom police eviction squads.Street level treated me bad too alongside the Talbot, Wesley Care Ruff Egges & Wayside Chapel.Ran into conflicts with Wesley Mission & that false prophet creep from Exodous Bill Cruise who was even worse so my homeless experience was the worst imaginable ordeal ever in my life and these cruel charity grubs the great pretenders that sell us out by social cleansing use their high tech security cameras to show cops where to pick us up.& give us to the social cleansing eviction police. At one time Julia Gillard paid these grubs to social cleanse so I have written about them all, I plan to make a pictorial poetry book & add my valuable pictures I have taken dispaying around my verses as I speak the truth. & they bear witness this filth existed 

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Written on March 02, 2019

Submitted by petersokolowskyj96 on July 16, 2021

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