One of those days you’d only wish to impose
on your ‘durstest’ enemy, if supposing they’ll
notice anything but your dour discomfort - or
be slightly fazed; & noting it’s a tedious week
after the election garnered irony as strong as
evidence it will be a Federal farce you’re out
in the thick of it with a speeding ticket issued
near Glasshouse on Steve Irwin Way
in mute outrage at effrontery of early Sunday
morning copper’s pinging traders on route to
the Market at 4:13 am; nah, haven’t been on
the grog, that was last weekend - geeze you
must find it boring doing this for a career ...
© 16 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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