This Is Not A Poem. It's A Story/Art Piece. It Really Happened, Too. Poem by Nick Lennert

There I was, sitting on the forest floor with the flames burning in my
fire pit, roasting goat meat, when a mean Australian officer pounced on me and offered me death just because I was on his land. Dirty landed gentry! Anyway, the goat too was illegal for me to kill and eat because everything that spawned on his property was, too, his property. Dirty landed gentry! So, I had to jump in the billabong that
was right next to my camp, but he jumped in there after me, trying to strangle and or drown me. I did drown, and now I haunt the area where the scuffle happened. They wrote a song about it, called 'Waltzing Mathilda.'

*Nick Lennert did not experience this. I simply found this lying around written on a brownish stained sheet of paper in a public bathroom when I was in Australia. The penmanship was so good, it was almost as good as the Marquis De Sade's penmanship skills. God only knows who wrote this...