Goddammit though
Goddammit!!
Bitter is the taste
Of grudging praise
When every seething sinew
Strains
In the opposite direction.
That flamin’ Aussie
Conquering
Flailed emotions
Killing off
Our dogs of war
And lays about him,
Buccaneering Aussie.
When all was flamin’ set
To trounce, devour, incinerate
Our dearest Aussie foes
And heap bright flamin’ coals
Upon them.
And wield wild flamin’ rods
Of pure titanium
About their ducking heads.
But then, my fury pricked itself
Upon the savage needles
Of my leery bombast, while
Seeing roaring coals and hissing steel
Collapse
In recognition of
My own simple-mindedness.
So, well done, Aussie lad
Even though you made me sad
By plucking my frenzy mad
It’s I, not you, that’s mad a tad
So, well done, Aussie lad.
Goddammit!
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