Veer clear of the middle is my mantra.
When mates downed Coke, I sipped Fanta.
Beatles favourites: John or Paul?
I went George; Love is all.
No Ford or Holden my first car.
A front-drive Morry - less insular.
Football? Cricket? Too mainstream.
Joined the junior volleyball team.
Don't watch The Wire or Game of Thrones.
Even The Sopranos got postponed.
Still yet to put myself through Jaws
or submit to Star Wars' laser sword.
The Da Vinci Code I will not read.
And The Labor Party has gone to seed.
To cooking shows and housing reno's
I'm neither post nor pre-disposed.
Though they'll ever be defeated,
I support amendments at stopwork meetings.
Radio with ads, and all that talkback:
how, oh how, can this attract?
I'm not averse to fellow feeling
but popular taste just leaves me reeling.