Ode to Phil Burton-Cartledge [Part II]

Cartilage piercing. Ring of ears.
Burny! Burny! Bawling tears.
Village idiot is scared.
Rupert’s bare-arsed SUN is bared.

Phil the Fool sticks out his tongue.
Bernstein fan’s song has been sung.
Murdoch megaphone? His lung.
Monkey dance for bosses bung.
Hacker’s telephone’s been wrung.
Thirty Judas portraits hung.
Phil is full of bullshit dung.

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