#1377 - triptych (three for the Voice)

 

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triptych

 

1

NO is sad and lonely

 

NO is missing out

NO could be a part

but sits in huff

 

NO’s angry

 

NO has sent itself to bed with no supper

NO is shouty loud

NO is a tantrum too

 

NO thinks it’s being clever

NO thinks the rest of us are kidding ourselves

NO thinks the real world is some kind of trick

 

NO could belong if sorry a bit

if NO just thought about how things have been

and how things got to be the way they are

and how we’re here

and who’s ahead

and who’s behind

 

if NO could feel for others

if NO had a heart

 

but NO is sad and lonely

 

has been bitten by something nasty

NO must have swallowed some poison

 

NO needs care, attention

RUOK?

NO won’t say

 

NO doesn’t know what it’s doing, does it?

 

NO has a great big smirk

cause it doesn’t think what teacher knows

NO has NO’s very own truth

who knew?

 

NO is angry about missing out

because NO can’t belong

NO is sad, like I said

should we be sorry for NO?

 

NO is planning some bullying too

NO is best at that

 

NO thinks NO is pretty special

NO thinks NO is blessed

 

NO’s banging on to get attention

NO ought to give it a rest

 

but every night NO goes to bed

 

look at little NO curled up

so tight in sleep

so cute

you wouldn’t know the damage

NO does

 

tickle under NO

and there must be a YES somewhere

somewhere down deep must be a heart

but deeper than NO knows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2

nothing can be done for them

 

where have I heard this before?

 

they burn down the houses we give them

these inner city latte sipping elites

from Canberra of course

 

we give them everything

still they filch

and they want your backyard

 

there’s nothing they need

as white as you or me they are

 

give ‘em a job

they go walkabout

 

where have I heard this before?

 

there’s nothing you can do for them

 

anyway they’re always drunk

 

they just imagine they’re different

look like you or me

 

get special treatment though

 

how many billions?

just think up a number

that’s what they get

but usually more

 

it’s give to them

not to me, not to you

just to them

 

it’s THEM, you know

the THEY

and WE know who they are

 

they can have as much as they like

 

so greedy, they’ve got everything

and every advantage

and you wonder if they really exist

 

didn’t we wipe them out?

 

I think they’ve just imagined themselves

 

anyway most are in gaol

and they spit on the guards

have to put hoods on their heads, the guards

 

that’s a lovely toy boomerang up on the wall

 

two dollars worth of naked savage

 

it’s a nice little corner

of a nice little box

and that’s where I’ve painted them in

 

has anyone lost anything?

was anyone really here before?

 

you can’t do anything for them

where have I heard that?

 

 

 

 

3

compulsory blackface

 

for the NOsters who are handing out pens at polling booths in order to undermine faith in the Electoral Commission

 

 

just wait till they find out about

the top secret deep state conspiracy

to identify NO voters by fingerprint

 

then go to their homes and vaccinate them

with UN communism and vegan

 

it’s the black helicopters

it’s the aluminium chemtrails

it’s the New Coke

they’ve already got Harold Holt

 

I like the bamboo tortures best

you bet those hordes are coming

 

they’ll be hanged from lampposts by their testicles

or as the case may be

or maybe even worse

having poked their eyes out with burnt sticks first

and of course burning down their houses

once the emus have kicked in their dunnies

and installing boat people on their land

and in their tinnies too

and even on the yachts

and lots and lots of laughter

 

prison hulks on the Hawkesbury

hulks on Botany Bay

 

we’re sending them back

unless they black up with the rest of us

 

the Great Deportation

and back to England

they can have their Brexit

or we’ll land ‘em on the moon

 

to buggery with the bastards I say

and buggery’s too good for them

 

RUOK?
no! – fucked in the head

 

hey it’s mental health week

 

they’re coming for your front yard next time

they’re lounging about in your big papa chair

they’re smoking your favourite pipe

what can you do?

they’re already there

 

it’s the last laugh

 

better wake up!

better not be woke!

 

and oh it’s going to be so much fun

to hear their screams and show no mercy

none at all

 

they’ve got no sense of humour

 

just wait till Newscorpse finds out