Good Aussie Bloke
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Good Aussie Bloke

Drunk and Disorderly
In front of a cop,
Australia's Most Wanted,
He's right at the top!

Straight in the van
And into the jail,
Endless money
Not enough for his bail.

A dark little room,
It's like a cage,
He gets so depressed,
With anger and rage!

All alone
Only thinking of drugs.
While laying on concrete,
With rats and bugs.

Continuous Scratching!
"No shower for me?"
"It's an extra two dollars,
Added to your fee.

When talking to visitors
As he said goodbye,
It hurt him dearly,
As he knew he'd die!

He opened his present,
"A gun for me,
Such is life,
As Ned Kelly told me."