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I Love You, But I Need My Friends
My bed is all yours tonight, it's warm,
I'm meeting Merlin in his favourite
gay bar in South Melbourne.
On the tram there I persuade a woman
reading Milan Kundera's latest novel
to kiss me and accept my hardback
copy of Coleridge's Collected Poems
in exchange for her underpants.
In the bar this wealthy blonde guy
is trying to get Merlin interested.
Merlin wants a woman tonight,
but he's left his wand in a saucepan
of lasagne at Silvio's house.
(We must visit Silvio. I'm worried.
His habit of pissing in his goldfish pond
is killing the goldfish.)
I lend him a chopstick, and at 1AM
he leaves for a brothel near Camelot,
telling me to sleep in the Botanical Gardens
because it's warm and the statues need company.
On the tram there I persuade a woman
reading Goethe in translation
to give me her underpants
in exchange for the other chopstick.
In the Gardens it's too late to have
an earnest conversation with King George,
so I ask him his star sign,
and to my delight he's an Aries, like you.
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