I’m just here outside ANSTO
What a wonderful delight
Saving the world you see
With an Opal Reactor
It is all about nuclear medicine, can’t you see?
Oh that rare earths agreement
Just a small timely thing
I mean seriously, of course we can
Yeah China might have the run
It was good to allow them
To take the environmental tonne,
Oh we’re an ambitious little Australia
Cocky in our lot
No need to tell anyone what’s going on
We’re Rome on the run,
Nothing like a Western Sydney Wanderer
To make us feel important
We are the sun
When history has forgot us
Or when we’ve turned away from those small inconsequential facts
I know deep down
You’ll unmask the lot
So principled
And proud
—
And when the quiet reveals
How you scrubbed aside the
Irregularities
How you carelessly
Thought
Your place was more important
Than anything
Else
Then we’ll see
What rule you claim to
Believe
I sure as shit hope
You’ve got some money
For the sick.
—
Isn’t it funny
They can publish newspapers
As clearly lined
As a modernist dream
But twixt them
Well
Anything that counters real power
Ain’t anywhere to be seen.
—
There is a thought
That as you get older
You’ll swarm closer to the
Engines of power
And through wisdom
Somehow know
What is right and wrong
But ultimately
What happens is the fight goes
The desire for friendship greater
So
The estates wither
And then damn those
That aren’t
Holding the line.
—
I think the rage is
That the fix is in
That you cannot
Change your circumstance
Although they claim
That all are equal
Even in the republic chime
Are people who have benefited from
Relationships that propelled them
To power
And it is this
That is the grist
That makes me green
Because for all that equality propaganda
Are people that owe all their success
To privilege and connections
So spare
Me
Please.
—
And what would it matter
If I railed and roiled
It is not business of yours
I am not your fucking donut
A piece of dough to raise and diminish
When you feel fit
You have diminished me so many times
And I have not forgotten
You’d better be careful
If I decide
To use all my energy
To reduce you to
Whit.
—
I can’t help it if you bore me
You sort of do
The lectures have been interminable
Sort of like
A parsons lunch
The bastard place
Is lousy with great stuff
You run around being fabulous
And here I am
Sitting in a house
Again
The conversations over the years
Have been the equivalent
Of horseshit being tipped over
A face
So
I think it is time
For you to get it back.
—
I’m a worker you see
I lovely little worker
I work so hard
Let me tell you hard I work
I mean how hard I work
I am just such a hard worker
So busy
Whew
Maybe if you told those
That don’t have a job
How great they can be
And stopped talking about how hard you work
We wouldn’t call you
A bunch of aggrandising tossers
People have always worked
You didn’t invent
It
Dopey.
—
Um Jared Diamond
Comes to mind
Can I go hard
On the biological stuff
Because it seems to me that yes
That would be something
That would
Warrant a big bloody
Investigation.
—
African Swine Flu?
Now what could be
At the centre of that.
What a
Development
–
Diana
A fruitcake?
No
They never got it those boys
Still don’t
Didn’t see
The huge gap in their perception
And ours
Courtiers
And crew
Should tread carefully
When trying to define
Someone we saw
As absolutely
Brillant
Beautiful and luminous
A bona fide star
That was flesh and blood.
Her tantrums
A reaction to
Byzantine plots
You see
The human when sensing
Rightly or wrongly
That they are
A piece on a
Chess board
Will react like a wild
Animal
Tethered
Like Schoenaerts Mustang
It is the animal instinct that kicks in
Sensing that somewhere
Lurks
Danger or even
Just flagrant disrespect
And I can imagine
What prisoners feel
It was like that
For her
Well
They learnt a lesson
Clearly.
—
And yet they continue
To discuss
Prisoner rehabilitation
While allowing others
To treat people
Like
Rubbish.
Let’s just say
I don’t react well
To it
As a notion
And that’s
The kind version.
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