Howard Firkin
Lie down, roll over, show your private parts,
and if you have a tail to wag, then shake it,
but if you can’t think what to say, just fake it.
This is Australia. This is, like, The Arts,
stylish insubstance fills the shopping carts.
No one expects too much; so don’t deliver
and then you’re certain not to cause offence—
as great a crime in art as making sense—
your slice of cake might only be a sliver,
but taste the icing (where addiction starts).
All correspondents will be entered into:
so spread ’em. We’re not gentle, but we’re fast.
We know what’s good for you; we’ve all been through,
if not you, someone like you, in the past.