And an other thing. (or “The Nightly News. March 18, 2011”). By Kenny Pittock.
Cyclone, tsunami, earthquake, salami.
Voting Green, Charlie Sheen, Winning, Winning, Winning.
Bunnings Warehouse, where lowest prices are just the beginning.
Egypt, Libya, 80k’s of radiation,
speculation, Ricky Nixon’s ejaculation
inside of that mentally ill girl, what’s her name again?
Official death toll 16,500. 12 OF WHICH ARE AUSTRALIAN.
Just heat up whatever’s in the fridge.
He threw his kids off the Westgate bridge.
The southwestern volcano’s due to erupt soon.
Prince William, what’s he up to?
Petrols never been so dear.
Well it has, but not in years.
Sharks have never swum so near.
Headphones that loud will ruin your ears.
The seekers of asylum riot, they set detention centers on fire.
Send in back-up, get more barbed wire.
There’s a pretty good sale on at Myer.
Football full forward drunk again.
Fine with showers, all weekend.
Watch this viral youtube clip;
baby smiles, two billion hits.
Duck season. Vodka Cruiser.
Next on Ten The Biggest Loser.
I made this post when the poem was "exactly one year ago today", but it's only today that this has gone onto the internet, so technically it's "exactly one year ago last Sunday".
That doesn't sound anywhere nearly as poetic though does it? But then again, I guess the poem doesn't sound too poetic either.