Phil Smith Poems

They're building a BMX track
Can I go and look asked Leon
What the hell is BMX I thought
His arrival home covered in dirt
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They are the Baby Boomers
Born to reunited families
Split by the war
A baby boom
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Oh body what have you done
I always fed you
Washed you
What is the meaning of this
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What is the future of this nation
In worse shape than you could imagine
Decadence abounds
Politicians are all clowns
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The house needed paint
Kids said it was haunted
Nobody had lived there for years
At 21 Hammill Street
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It's black, every night it's black
The vast emptiness
Too big to understand
Billions of miles wide
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Staring at the bottle
What a mess
He's trying to hide
In a bottle of J.D.
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The Outback has always been
A dry parched land
From the Indian Ocean
Into New South Wales
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You are from Australia
Why did you come here
Australia is so beautiful
I always wanted to go there
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The table was set for six
They had room for one more
That will be me
I placed my chips on the table
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