Today you are going to change your cheque into cash
But first you take your crippled relative out with the trash
Shame on you Mr Preacher man
The first one in this bank stretching your receiving hand
Go and have a blast with the paper
Blow it like a sax
But when God is president
You will be the first to be taxed
The Poetry Cafe was located at a new venue within the Global Quarter. It moved from the small but intimate Gazebo to a huge tent with a stage at the centre. Though it lost its cosy intimacy it allowed more people to experience the poetry cafe. Unfortunately we were only able to attend one session. There was a contingent from Indonesia which included Dorothea Rosa Herliany
