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If only he\u2019d met a nice girl<\/p>\n
and settled down in Croydon\u2026<\/p>\n
That blasted poetry, a void in<\/p>\n
which his arty friends would hurl<\/p>\n
him. He could of been a mechanic<\/p>\n
by now in Footscray<\/p>\n
instead of dead today<\/p>\n
at twenty five. He was always manic<\/p>\n
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What with breeding mozzies,<\/p>\n
frogs – that damn pet swan.<\/p>\n
A life gone down the drains. Aussies<\/p>\n
thought he was having them on<\/p>\n
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I said, I said \u201cThese poems are jokes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ironic now he\u2019s labelled Hoax<\/em>\u2026<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a9 rob walker, 2005<\/p>\n (originally published in Cordite<\/em> Poetry Review\u2019s Children of Malley<\/em><\/p>\n Issue #23, Dec 2005)<\/p>\n Also in tropeland<\/a> (Five Islands Press) 2015<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" If only he\u2019d met a nice girl and settled down in Croydon\u2026 That blasted poetry, a void in which his arty friends would hurl him. He could of been a mechanic by now in Footscray instead of dead … Continue reading