Poetry From The Cud:
Andy's Sandy Antidepressant
Andrew Coorey

 

 

Bondi is my Prozac and I take it all the time
Yes the challenges of modern life are soluble in brine
Bondi is my Prozac and it manages my stress
It’s a cost free wonder drug and doesn’t need the PBS
Bondi is my Prozac and I’m pushing up the dose
I need to take it often and I need to keep it close

When it seems that all the faeces in the world is closing in
One must drive down to the North end and ASAP dive in
Don’t consult any physician don’t queue up for the GP
I can tell you straight that doctors haven’t been that good for me
Treat yourself like royalty whether princess or a prince
Treat yourself to Bondi Prozac take yourself down for a rinse

I self medicate with big cigars , self medicate with wine
But they only help in patches it is Bondi makes me fine
I can feel the bp falling and a clearing of the foul
I am picking up the speedos and I’m wrapping up the towel
I am firing up 6 cylinders of carbon spewing beast
have the music at full volume and the helm is pointing East

Past the Ayatollah Khamenai the ocean now in view
Doesn’t matter if its white capped doesn’t matter if its blue
Doesn’t matter if its howling wind and skies of steely grey
I know the next few minutes will set up the whole damn day
I am going down to Bondi and I’m taking my Prozac
And I’m feeling all the troubles falling out of my kit pack

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