The literary luminaries descended
Upon the windy city
For a night of piss and poetry.
They came from Melbourne
With a superior attitude,
Presuming the locals
Would listen to their verbose verse
And show some gratitude.
They bought their words
But forgot to bring their manners!
Talking and laughing while
The locals performed,
Yet expecting total concentration
When they themselves took to the stage.
“ Oh they’re from Melbourne!
They must be good! “
Well fuck that!
This little extrovert is unimpressed!
Bullshit is bullshit, it smells the same
In Melbourne or New York!
What impresses me,
Are passionate performers, sharing
Their thoughts and baring their souls.
Not some dandy from the “ big smoke “
Going through the motions
And depositing the same old smelly stool.
After all, it’s shit from Melbourne,
It must be good!!!