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.
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