Am I too ordinary or plain? I’ll die of embarrassment or brain strain If I have to write a poem that rhymes just to let you know that you’re really neat. Hot. Groovy. Well, I think so anyway. Not so anonymous Bloody stupid game. Gone past funny now, getting a bit painful like more than one knock-knock joke at a time. Knock knock. Who’s there? Just open the friggin’ door before I kick it down. I sat next to Den in English. He was buzzing like a blowfly in a matchbox—his mouth going faster than his brain. I looked at him. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing. You’re a bit hyper this morning.’ ‘Hyper? Yeah, overdosed on mega-multi-maxi vitamins. Should see the colour of my piss. Pure gold.’ More like he’d nicked a handful of Hendo’s Ritalin. He switched himself on to slow-mo and cruised back to his seat like a cricketer on replay. ‘That better?’ he asked at half speed. ‘Yeah, much.’ ‘Two weeks until we shift.’ ‘Cool,’ I said, but my feet tingled. Two weeks already?
What do You think about White Ute Dreaming (2002)?
