Type
Poetry

Stop staring at my nuts

swings from a clothes line,
this crazed squirrel in a t-shirt so
Wall Street domesticated and feral,
now there’s a science:
Evolutionary Psychology,
the economics of gambling
as gatherers gather, hunters hunt
no-one watching: Polite Economics
up-laundered and down-drying,

Funds just for the few, Fun.

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Louise Molloy is a writer and photographer living in Melbourne.

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