Seeking respite from the doom and gloom
of budget speech we braced the yard arm
with large quantities of cerveza importada,
slice of lime in each, while taking refuge in
slurred words of blurry sagacity, humoured
by visions we’d schemed where ‘Eleventy’
Joe Hockey finds he has a finger missing -
last seen after the leery run-in with cigars
relief felt in cessation of the chronic verbal
diarrhoea we suffered the last four weeks;
our ears were syringed liberally with beers
made overseas free of ‘dumb’ rhetoric and
ruthlessly political double-entendres
gold’ & make it so many piles of hay you’d
waste a week misunderstanding what can
actually be all that different - which it could
be if you’d believed the only budget victim
would be Abbott’s version of the truth
© 14 May 2014, I. D. Carswell
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