Morrison’s Mercedez Fleet:
A New Recycled Old Best Second Hand Liberals Dealership.
1. Election Dash Board Self Destruct Buttons.
What does this “Jerusalem Embassy” button do?
Kaboom!
What does that “Old Mal At The Oceans Conference” button do?
Kablam!
What does this “Neo Nazi Nats” button do?
Kablooey!
Does the second hand dealer’s warranty stretch, until May, next year?
2. Dutton’s Chauffeur.
It was just so nice of Peter, really, sending round his own driver when
My own man was taken suddenly sick, with minority-government flu.
Maybe we have just slightly misread the man, maybe the heart is a lot softer
Than the old street-fighter kicks, and tough talk. Must say a prayer for him.
Excuse me, driver! We are supposed to be headed up to the north coast, across
The bridge, for a golf game. What’s this terminal? Whose migrant orphans are they?
3. Abbott’s Best Mate’s Garage.
It’s a damn good thing old Abbot knows this bloke that’s the best mechanic, he says.
This is the third ruddy Merc that has broken down, this week. Second hand cars!
Now tell me, good man: how long will it take to repair or replace just the wheels
Tyres, motor, gear-box, diff, springs, axles, chassis-sections, panels, and seats?
How long: sixteen weeks? For six hundred thousand? Sounds pretty fair. Will you take
A tax-payers cheque? So kind, that they leant me Tony’s old car. Now where’s the lighter?
Paul Healy is a poet, writer, and “socialisti” political commentator who says that his main challenge – in life – is pushing enough of the coming prose back, to leave sufficient room for his muse.
