Like the dunny door it <br />simply bangs incessantly <br />until your patience thins <br /> <br />You can refuse to hear <br />it if you fry your brains <br />in oil with vapid apathy <br /> <br />A fear is that it might be <br />right and sadly true but <br />then again it might be wind <br /> <br />You’ve clearly had enough <br />if you accede too meekly <br />to its patent bullying <br /> <br />This cringing metaphor is <br />brazenness acclaimed <br />as an incipient authority <br /> <br />While all I see’s a pannier <br />of <i>cabbage leaves and <br />salty beans</i> <br />© 2 February 2010, I. D. Carswell<br /><br />Ivan Donn Carswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cabbages-and-beans/
