Well, bugger me I say, this is a bloody breeze,
well a piece of piss anyway - ‘peace’ would’ve
applied alright I believe in th' same space tho'
not that I’m a Peacenik sort of dude, more an
uncommitted, prudish swine with pretensions
Better not mention it to the Gang who’ll agree
to my being a pumped-up prickish ponce who
sometimes delights, mostly bores ‘em shitless
and skites about how bloody good he is at the
simplest things we all do efficiently
Yet here I am on day one, hour two writing an
epistle on how I’ve managed to master iMac -
ah, not exactly ‘master’ in truth but get an opt
on what will pass as a fair shot at poetry - and
I’ve been awake since 3:40 am
So bloody Tony Abbott is now PM - geeze, ud
have to be a big, raw swallow to see him as a
diplomatic sort of chap who’ll represent all’ve
us without his bugger-lugs twisting doofishly -
or that sneer shrieking maudlin disdain
Ah, well, I’m not to blame for his election! Or
for that matter, ashamed I don’t like the prick
whom I’m told married a New Zealander from
Wainuiomata - there’s no need to barf chaps,
it’s true - crikey, ain’t that a bloody laugh
© 8 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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