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Everyone thinks they’re a great writer when corona cabin fever strikes

26 April 2020

3:43 PM

26 April 2020

3:43 PM

Pandemic Poetry  

On isolation

How the hell do you spell pendemic anyway?
Maybe I should use a thesaurus, no that can’t be it
I’m not licensed to kill
I’m a writer, not a genius
Or a regular columnist at Saturday Paper
And I’ve never been invited on The Project
Which is their loss as I know more about how the High Court functions
than Peter Helliar any day
It’s like I’m stuck in the middle of a Francis Ford Coppola movie
Michael Scammell Redux 
Director’s cut
Without the smell of napalm in the morning
Or a Diploma in Professional Writing and Mime











Greta

But I have renamed her
Funberg
to make her more interesting to 57 year old...

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