Thursday, January 4, 2024

What Happened?

Gangnam Style turns ten,
and ten years ago asleep in fright
stuck to a carpet in Adelaide
oi are you PSY as if I was,
the pencil in his marker.

The morning flight was weird,
a thread almost snapped,
I saw my attendant I had to ask
what gave with the plane she said
that plane's weird, got any ecstasy?

The game's up, then - I saw a teen
mobbed by the carousel
I saw him again two nights later
djing with Texas Instruments,
spoke and spelled himself to infamy.

The rep's wife booked models
but not for dinner, so they 
caught the rump, talked politely,
a man of the drainpipe just kept circling
said which one do you like?

Oh, they all seem nice, I lied,
back stiffening, the audacity,
the models receded, by the pool
I noted what happened, two weeks,
so many thrones, toppled by nothing.

PSY turns 46, the topplers are my age, then,
and I am using super glue to replace
my dryer skin, now, and every Australian,
displaced seems like they're on
coke rumspringa, now. 




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