DEMOCRACY SIZZLES
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This sporting nation buckles up for the grand finale
Anyone worth their salt barracks the underdog
red, blue, teal green, or watermelon
the bell tolls for thee
time to place your bets ladies and gents
it’s mandatory
Elections down under
taste a little different
manufactured white bread
beer caramelised onions
gristly beef sausages
slaughtered by the million
from once wooded pastures
perfumed by ghosts of
ancient ancestors
offered up to everyone
hungry for democracy
How can we vote when our guts are churning?
How can we eat when our snags are burning?
Those who are true blue
show up to their national duty
ticking boxes
eating sausages
drowning themselves in the carnival spirit
beer for the battlers
savvy B for the sheilas
bundaberg for the patriots
cocktails for the gays
—we’re hip with that now
With fire in our bellies
fuzzy eyed and blurry mouthed
we spout out insights
on policies unannounced
raging on until the final call
win or loose
we awaken to the same result
Warm drinks and cold sausages
shaky hands and banging headaches
we have our new leader
telling us to dust ourselves and get back to work
to get back to work
giving collective pats on the back
while we dust ourselves off
Who will win the day?
roosters vs rabbitoh’s
no one knows
yesterday was the election
But sure as hell you can have a punt today
get yourself nation loving ass
down to your local TAB