It is the spiced rum - no ‘Gerri’ about that,
and yet I’m relaxed - me old mate Podge
suggests it’s a bit dodgy - he’d know well
its from a half-arsed conviction that we’d
be better off eating goannas before they
scaled trees of our raw ambition, - those
addictions don’t ease anything you'd see
as somnolent expressions - usually,
But here we’re freed usual parameters; a
gift if you want, not that you get it for free
of an analogy suggesting you’re cause - if
not as passé as a pair of damp jocks for
originality; so get used to it, th’ rum’s ok;
thus - let’s deflate all that too - prosit!
© 3 February 2015, I. D. Carswell
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