What are the reasons for his discontent?
What troubles in his bosom buried?
Is Malcolm Turnbull now a man intent
On casting off a burden too long carried?
Is acceptance of that poisoned chalice,
His task to destroy the NBN,
Which Abbott offered out of malice,
Causing him to wish he could resign again?
He knows that pulling up established fibre
Reminds of books once by fascists burned,
Sure to alienate many a subscriber,
Have voters back to ALP returned.
So he contradicts his colleague, Joe,
Clearly speaks against the party line.
This has his audience agog to know,
Is the Honorable Mal planning to resign?
Late night, world weary, mood odd and strange,
Head and heart loyal still to an ETS,
Loath to back Abbott’s craziness on climate change,
One sensed, if asked direct, he’d have answered, gladly, “Yes!”