Saturday, April 9, 2016

Drunk on Ellis

For once I'll tell the truth:
Dubbo, drunk on beer,
I looked into the gum,
killed ants,
thought of Ellis.
Heard Malcolm lie.
Shorten tell a joke.
ABC Crackle.

It's like swimming in dirt, Bob.
Beneath your eloquent
regretful sky.

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