I hide my head for this is my desire

my cowering guilt avoiding your attack

poor me poor me cannot come under fire

but the present course brings with it certain lack

at your departure take I such copious breaths of air

and romp around the room again in glee

until tomorrow morning when your duty calls you here

my role resumes depressed for one and all to hear and see

I have told of diagnoses to hint where they would lead

so you would not confront my unbecoming spree

of misappropriation and dull and selfish deeds

your certain dues converting them to me

my full confession I now declare restitution due to thee

for fun and friendship missed with you and sick and wasted time for me

copyright bob tatnell 2004

australia's most airing poet