Submission

 

It's relieving to know you're thighs deep in shit

What about the random family we visited on the way to Bairnsdale

With a PS2 and a big ass dog and a barn

I can bury anecdotes in shitty metaphors I wouldn't decipher in ten years

I think that's what you want

Or I can tell you straight how I felt uncomfortable in the strange house

And I stayed in a caravan with my brother while everyone else bunked up in the

lavish house

I learned Texas Holdem

And I pined to my brother about a girl I thought I loved called Hannah

In the sense that anyone can love anyone when you're ten years old

Maybe I'm just shit? Yep at least I'm not rejected for trying to rhyme and formalise

anymore

It would be nice for someone to just say hey quick question

Why are you even bothering

Unfortunately we've had a large number of submissions

It's always hard to know who'll be picked

But you're shit by the way

You can't write. You're trash. Please stop.

I read that one the last time you tried to cram it into a theme and it hasn't magically

become good since then

We're almost recognising your name.

Your voice distinguishable for its audacity and the unusual level of shittiness.

Our next issue is open for submissions so have a bloody crack.

 

I wonder if anyone else has this same blend of shit and boldness

Because I guess you'd hate your job as much as I hate mine

So much shit flowing over your desk each day

My arm is falling asleep

I wish I was but somehow I’m not.

 

I'm writing to you instead on my phone so that's good I guess

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