Poem: Situation on a Grand Final Weekend
Fuck I love this country.
Sporting goods on third.
So we'll get my mate Craig
who lives in Dural
And is not averse
to driving cars
through brick walls
usually picking up
debt.
On an idyllic grand final
Fussball of the media
apparatus total shit
And the imprint of
played hard done well
Again,
And again
And again, AND again
And again
And the influencers
Made it to piste
Austria Innisfail
And we work out
the right speed
and direction
to collect debt
at any pub
Septober
And that dumb song
by hunters and collectors
And suddenly you've converted
To Folau fellowship
Even though you
wear western silverado
buttons and have
Cried in front of
The s-bend or
your kids for
the fourth time
this month
It's time to
cough up
says Craig.
Sporting goods on third.
So we'll get my mate Craig
who lives in Dural
And is not averse
to driving cars
through brick walls
usually picking up
debt.
On an idyllic grand final
Fussball of the media
apparatus total shit
And the imprint of
played hard done well
Again,
And again
And again, AND again
And again
And the influencers
Made it to piste
Austria Innisfail
And we work out
the right speed
and direction
to collect debt
at any pub
Septober
And that dumb song
by hunters and collectors
And suddenly you've converted
To Folau fellowship
Even though you
wear western silverado
buttons and have
Cried in front of
The s-bend or
your kids for
the fourth time
this month
It's time to
cough up
says Craig.