Once I had Muscle Then They sold Knowledge I learned more From a scrap Or a tussle Than ever While at College

Let us write letters To one another Let us speak Through long winded Ink Let Time slow To no more Than a slink As we proceed To pause...

Why do these Australians Keep going in the water When what always Seems to await them Is certain Horrendous slaughter If I always knew...

If there is a way to incite The ever elusive Will to write I beseech the gods of dark And light To know the route Away from left to right...