“What’s that mate?!”

 Having spent most of the past 30 odd years with people of colour my conclusion is that the white Australian today is scared & angry in equal parts.

I’m not sure what the problem is. Per capita one of the riches countries in the world with comparatively few social problems, I find them to be misery gutses.

Wouldn’t know how to have a party without drugs.

And now I appear stuck with them, now that my marriage is over.

I’m sick of the real non housewives of nowhere and their inability to smile.

I’m sick of the invisible men.

I’m sick of small talk being taken to be of great import.

I'm sick of the vacuousness

I’m sick incredulous 

I might have to get the fuck out this pop museum culture

Somewhere where culture is deep

Where people ain’t frightened to speak

Where people don’t curse you for having a dick

The petty squabbles

The ‘issues’ in fashion

I’m tired of ignorant shallow holding on to kitch

The tight shouldered men

“What’s that mate?!”

P.S. If there’s typos forgive me. I can’t be arsed editing. Too pissed xx

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.