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 icabbage leaves and br salty beansi br © 2 February 2010, I. D.