Bora born

Wet the odds _

Wednesday night downtown in the cairns cbd
time tastes semitones of catch me if you can.
Passerby night walkers slide in from somewhere
to see the great show, sky beamed to outdoor screens.

State of origin's round three best of three, crowns
which state with rugby league's yearly trophy bash.
Stage managed punters pick then choose flip sided
odds, massaged by big money's desire to win.

Two down, the underdogs saved their name brand for
another year's censured run at the title.
Seems a pity one out football's wet game has
such a strangle hold on corruption's sure play.



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©  9th July 2014 _ Nhawrr yirrpa

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