Ode to Alan Jones

A little drop of poison
for the popular emetic
Pavlov's formula for radio
trenchfoot in mouth
bringing out the best bastard

Bluster like a hot cyclone
public speaker
but in private
the snobbery of owning
your gardeners

Property rights
wrath of your wrasse
goldfish in a toilet bowl
power over
is all there is to it

All capacity lost
no resistance
sad like a clown
when their circus
is being bumped out

and the highwire
is being pulled off
the air, you know
Balmain boys don't cry
even lost in the park

quit while your ahead or behind
there's nothing wrong with that
retire hurt - good innings
in the class of Dirk Wellham
like your gardeners.