A backpackers’ haven
Open all day every day
Sydney’s hedonism
The distinct smell of human vomit
Filling his lungs without aversion
But rather, nostalgia and a smile
The play continues
As the bouncer of middle-eastern
extraction
Try’s to charm two girls from Scotland
with the goal as clear as ever
It’s happy hour all day
Five dollar pints of porter
A plastic Paddies utopia
Where the actors perform
The same roles
And the names are similar
If not the same
And the muso murders
a well known ballad
and the dance continues
And no one seems to notice
It’s a repeat of last week
Last month and last year
He smiles again
As he watches the play
Only this time
With less confusion than before
It’s been a good fight
And it’s not over yet
~ Martin Lynch © 2016