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.
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.
