Alan Kelly knows
He is out to pick a pocket or two.
As water drips from his nose
He cries in vain
how do I stop this drain
He thinks, right, for neoliberal might.
But the people say your glass is half full
Your meters don’t bind us
Your bills don't blind us.
For today we are on a victory march
For the right to water and dignity.
The nostrils of Kelly flail with saline indignity
And fade into infinity.
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