Emerald Isle, sending weedsmoke skyward as signal

Let me shock you

I’m at it daily

Nettle knocked, see my collection of non-dock leaves

They’re green and illegal, they’re from overseas

Greener than faraway pastures

Greener than Patrick converting acid heathens with shamrock tricks

Having given Crom Cruach an asskicking

After he was taken away

He slaved at the mountain 

Slemish in County Antrim.


Smile is bockety, fade is clean

Grinding broccoli, box on knees

Box is on for noise, Thomas Sheridan telling the boys and me

Everybody who got the covid vaccine died, contrary to reality

I would be part of the new mediaeval if I knew what mediaeval meant

All I know is that NASA are lying, the Earth is flat, and millions are spent

Hiding that fact from the good people, who are descended from Adam

What fucking planet are these people on? Gimme whatever’s in their lungs.


Hash from me hole out me jocks, stocked with e-coli

Cold eye I give your one, ice age daggers thrun

A real hun if you know what I mean, Crumlin queen

Whatcha doing out here in Dublin sixteen?

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