(Poem by Geoff Page, Australian Poet)

 

Bigotry’s a big black cat

balanced on your knees

purring as you stroke its back

and sharing the TV.

 

Everybody has a cat

there’s no one who’s not felt

the purr of satisfaction

when some talkback smooths the pelt.

 

I even have some cats myself

despite my best exertions

market theorists and graffitists

are two much stroked aversions.

 

Rural racists serve their turn,

the way their minds close down.

They have their own black cats to pat

and take them into town.

 

To say that Aborigines

deserve some sort of go

is always very like to set them

purring all they know;

 

They alla packa drunx OK?

And bludgers too as well

And anywun who don’t agree

Can damnwell go to hell.

 

The cats all through the country now

are purring on our knees,

The volume’s going up each day

Like chainsaws in the trees.

 

I like to stroke mine fairly quietly,

my furry big black cat.

The pleasures of a prejudice…

ah! There’s nothing quite like that.

 

 

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