The VB is gone, and all that remains were broken pieces of my past.
The rain hit the grime soaked floor of the streets, the sky flickering, like a old CRT TV.
Like fuzz from an old VHS set, the purple and amethyst sky over my head.

I get up from my 1994 Italian Leather sofa I bought at Bunnings
I look around and see the dirtiness of my home.
Sausage wrappers, ciggies, VB bottles, boomerangs, passed out Wombats.

Life was never easy in Perth, not after the great Cuntening of 2030.
Nollsy had become president and as revenge for his robbedness, he started a war.
Goddamn wreck it was.

I look out the window and see the Police in their floating Pontiac, searching for Bogans.
Bogans became illegal in 2033, such a shame.
I walk to my closet and put on my wife beater and sigh.

Just what was I living for?
I look to the tellie.
The bunnings theme plays, ah, life was worth it afterall.

unlike Nollsy this poem has come 1st in Neo Australian Poem Idol 2084 beating out Muy Decrabstion

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