More poet-reye of a Mondee

Dear readership, once again we bring you another fragment from the man who goes by the name; “Geoff”.

Geoff sems to have nailed something about the human condition. We asked T.S Eliot what he would think of this latest one, but he famously said, : ‘I’m tryin to listen to the radio, can’t get througthe static, serves Geoff right for being so bloody enigmatic’,*

A CENTRE FOR NATIONAL RESILIENCE!

We asked our other great poet laureate ‘Scotty from Marketing’ and he was too busy inventing euphemisms beyond, ‘Centre for National Resilience’ to describe a few Nissen huts in the bush outside Darwin. Catchy by-words to encapsulate new initatives in the Federal budget that promised a vision-less future. And all credit to Albo and his hacks in the Labor party for offering the same. Australians, sensibly DONT like CHANGE!
But, there’s much more than poetry in the federal budget. And HUGE BONUSES for Private Aged Care providers,  for doing more of the same.

So take it away Geoff, and get this week into GEAR!

P.M overcome with mirth at the great budget swindle, supported by Treasurer. Anxious colleagues applaud his vision.

The Cross – (From the Kitchen window)
No more peanut paste left
To put on my bread
But the view from the kitchen window
Is still the same
Want to look into tomorrow
And see if yesterday
Didn’t matter
Game of cards, in the afternoon
Watch the movie tonight
And think how much
She reminded me
Big party last night
Old faces, new faces
Times to come and times past

Mondayitis, creeping in

P.M and Treasurer open doors to let the heat of a GAS LED RECOVERY and CLEAN COAL from Parliament.

* TISM ‘T.S.Elliot'(he wanker)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqF7SzfWKvA