Bound for Botany Bay
By Alan Wearne
(after Blue Murder)
for Daniel Willis
Here fellow Aussies, good ‘n’ ready: the gospel
that accords with Neddy.
Payouts? Paybacks? Shots to dodge? Better you
check first with Rog.
Cash gets raked-in by the acres, if you’re matey
with The Breakers.
Sure they’ll barter, threaten, wheedle, but junkies
crawl home to the needle.
Sallie-Anne was quite a lay, she could sidle and
sashay.
But when the end came for Lanfranchi, Huckstepp
hollered like a banshee.
Media bound went silly Sallie, made her life a one
-way alley.
Though they’ve solemn obligations hitmen too
have limitations.
How many reasons eased out Flannery? (Count the
grains to fill a granary!)
He’s working out the mighty if, buried under
Kingsford-Smith.
Cop ‘n’ crim packed as she ought, the First Fleet’s
sailing into port.
Dogs catch fleas, cats grow mange, so who says
there’s been any change?
Roger rules and Ned prevails: we invented New
South Wales!
Anti-heroes loved by plebs are celeb-crims not
crim-celebs.