Poetry: Another day at the zoo

Words by Colin Herring

The form reads

Please Print Full Name!

I belligerently write “dickhead” 

Because that’s what people call me

When I’ve had too much to drink.

Are you of Aboriginal or Torres Strait descent?

A giant microscope appears above my head

I suddenly become self-aware;

Do you have any disability?

My slightly webbed toes become marginalized

And are happy they can hide.

They tell me it is compulsory to vote,

Yet I’m obliged to vote for the other side.

Because it’s two party preferred and 

There is no Happy Birthday Party.

Sir Prince Philip was peed upon, 

By a monkey at the zoo!

He said “you dirty buggar”….

A talking Monkey – well I never.

We fight for that right

To buy goods from China

For one dollar

And sell to other patriotic Australians

For forty five and in debt

Go to war to avoid money owing.

It’s another day at the zoo

Disjointed, bizarre, surreal.

Up to me to make sense.

Whoever the wise guy is. 

I’m sick of being told,

Recent bushfires were bold.

Sir Prince Philip today….

A bomb exploded….,

Senses disabled….

Be afraid, wash your hands………

The disease is round your corner

Where the toilet paper used to be.

Drinking tea prolongs your life

One lump or two

Coffee, tea, milk, sugar

I’ll have the usual…thank you

Feature image: Tal kin jeri by Tabitha Lean

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