Song: A Louse In Wonderland Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Song: A Louse In Wonderland



There's a squawking, talking parrot on my shoulder.
There's a monkey on my back, you cannot see.
There are rabbits with bad habits, filing folders,
In a mind, defined like a blind beaurocracy.

There's a swagman waltzing sad and bad Matilda;
A wizened face carved out by manic glee.
There's a jumbuck juggling vast amounts of guilders,
On a Dutchman's holiday of mystery.

I am a louse in Wonderland;
The snake in lower grass.
I'm ruthless and I'm underhand,
And I give the truth, a pass.
I am a politician;
A Member of the House.
Devoid of all contrition,
I'm just a big girl's blouse!

There are funny money bunnies at my shoulder,
Their honeyed talk dispensed with a sweeter greed.
The fatter cats flatter, vile and vulgar,
And lobby on their hobby-horse and steed.

I am a louse in Wonderland;
And I glory in my fame.
For when aroused I sunder plans,
Made up by lesser names.
I am a louse in Wonderland;
In a story of our time.
As all elected understand,
With the fix in, there's no crime!

There's a swagman waltzing sad and bad Matilda,
The night before he drowned her in a pond.
His leering eye would so distress and filled her,
With a dread undressed as death by billabong.

There's a swagman waltzing sad and bad Matilda;
You may have heard the tale as told in song.
He did a jig, then jumped up and he killed her;
An act, that to this day, no-one thinks wrong!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rachel Butler 19 November 2009

'I'm ruthless and I'm underhand, And I give the truth, a pass' Rachel Ann Butler

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