Dear poetry enthusiast, not all of our readers are happy with the outlook of our P.M. This is causing quite a stir as we at pcbycp felt that pentecostal Christianity which rewarded hard work with money as a sign of Gods benediction was a pure faith. And who could question the integrity, veracity and worth to society of money as an all-binding principle of fairness and equity the world over?
That’s why lazy people are poor, and many foreign people should be imprisoned if they dare come to this country, became poverty is a sign they’ve eschewed hard work God’s Will, and the wisdom of Franking Credits.
This is not the evil one. Though this image comes with a parental warning, this man is hell-bent on saving Australia from ‘the taint’ of thinking.
So it may come as a shock, for those of you who haven’t attended a writers festival recently and seen real agents of change at work. You may be confronted by the sentiment of this poem, penned by our ‘Pericles of the Provinces’, Geoff Boyes. Geoff is clearly unimpressed with the P.M’s direction, but doubtless even Geoff in all his vitriol would agree that we are imperilled by the “Evil One”.
Take it away Geoff….
A letter to “Scotty” (our Pentecostal Poster Boy)
This is not the evil one. Though this Auto-bot android is highy dangerous it comes armed to the teeth to protect Australia from the taint of “an indigenous foreign policy’.
“It’s a miracle” I cried when I won (the election)*
God’s will, is what my pastor said
You can trust me
Four years and you’ll see
Sufficient to fill you with dread
It’s a sign, I declared, when I asked for a hint
And looked to the skies above
I needed direction
Now I’ve won the election
A right-handed fist, in my glove
COAL, Like Kryptonite will protect the holder from the taint of SCIENCE!
Hallelujah my brothers, now let Gods will be done
I’m his puppet, his agent, his pawn
Put your coins in my box
And I’ll double your stocks
Come one and all – and fawn
Could this be the evil one?
What science? I wondered, as I stroked the good book
There’s nothing in here to confirm
That the climates a mess
Whose fault is anyone’s guess
Call me out and see how I squirm
It’s God’s work I’m performing, I thought you could tell
As long as it’s worth it for me
I’ll give you some hope
Dangle the rope
Sign up and you’ll never be free
Or is this man, the man they call “Dan” just a stooge, a tool, a proxy? Acting for the EVIL ONE!
God’s freedom, I give you, conditional on this:
You’re not too left, not gay or from the ABC
Don’t speak out or your damned
The jail door is slammed
Detainee
- after some dicussion with the editorial staff, we delected Geoff’s earlier stanza, ” gave me a big fat erection” as it was deemed fattist and triumphalist.