Who wants to stay in Australia?

From Sydney to Melbourne
There are rats in the beggars castle
Like a fervent Cincinnati earthquake
Stirring the rest of the favors
With the rest of the unacquainted
Toiletry weddings, now rehearsed
Like a blacksmith in the pearl-clucthes

Like a coffee shop that still allows smoking
There is a music scene that adopts sonic beds
Breathing in the rest of the toiled gold
Like some bird only seen in the movies
Now crested upon your stallway roof
There is a crowd around your crown
You did not have to work for it

Andy Warhol told Lou Reed, “It takes work”
You never had to admire so much discipline
Just pop candy dogma like a sink specialist
Without the masonry bedrooms you refuse
The splintered favor of the glowing night
Puts you in refute like a quail or ostrich
Never put your puppet in the small quaking hour