The Truth
Well on the day that Lucas Heights blew off its roof into the sky and all the pretty Sydney lights went out and the air-con it ran dry I sat high up in my unit looking out on Coogee Beach as life below ground to a halt, with a fearsome anguished screech Well I’d just logged off the Internet and turned on my TV I was about to watch a movie on my brandnew DVD when my dishwasher, my dryer and my trusty microwave my stereo cut out, my flat it went quiet as a grave Well I sat there speechless, thunderstruck, my mobile in my hand I found the silence on the other side too hard to comprehend for my busy lifestyle leaves no time to put food in the fridge I always dial my dinner in, from the tuckshop by the bridge Well I waded through my carpet wall to wall two inches thick I tried to graze upon the fibres but they only made me sick my remote control French doors shut out my million dollar view just like Picasso on my wall, my face started to turn blue Well I’d been stuck...