Our Freedoms

Our internet freedoms Say quotes? Say Facebook pokes? Say avatar Say hashtag, My computer handbag? Or smishing, dishing or instant phishing? Our musical freedoms Say princess of pop? Say queen of hip hop? The king of orgasmic rock Who got writer’s block? Or the Fab four, the king, say how to sing? Our gourmet freedoms Say double whopper with cheese? Say double quarter pounder please? Say 12 piece meal with 3 sides Cheese burger with fries? Shrimp toast, shrimp egg, shrimp halls, or shrimp balls? Our television freedoms Say you think you can dance? Say a geeky romance? Say Australian idol Or celebrity survival? Got talent, Bogan hunter and the struggle street punter? Our literal freedoms Say greenie? Say bluey? Brickie or schoolie? Cobber or dobber or jaw breaking gobber? Our medicated freedoms Say candy man cartwheels? The back alley deals? Say ripped with ice When you name the price? Knocked out with the burnt out, washed out, drop out? Our freedoms were cried for, died for, Romanticized, and politicised for. They’re songbirds, they’re poets, and dark night sky comets. To be questioned and spotlighted not hidden unsighted. They’re sublime with a rhyme for all your lifetime, To be sung from the tongue of that defiant young.