Tag: ireland
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Knock shrine
Channeling streams like a culvert Got the runs drinking Bulmers Rarely run, own loads of runners Invites rarely come, loads of cunts In Dublin proper Quiet courtesy the riot-leaking blockades which have stopped traffic The Spire looks like Its propping up the sky. If they could use the tip of that spike To get heroin…
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INterested
Liked it lots so I put a ring on it, hoop locked Monied like a soup prod Don’t watch the nuacht for a true semblance of what’s going on Gone beyond, stomping gombeens in New Rocks stolen new bought From a blue haired goth as he got off the Luas at Charlemont Constant comparison like…
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Autofuneral
Started without a pot to piss in Now I’m head of a system Head of the page, top of the list Find a way to make your petty hatred pay; it’s all grist Out when the mercury dips, out in the thick mist It’s all the same end of the day, I can’t miss If…
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Enspired
Lightbringer fell in a shock of dark-boring beams Like a dropped flashlight tumbling down a mineshaft Below, the city like a UFO crashsite. Over Dublin the hum of Guinness farts, piss and shite. Why does every second cunt who wants to write try Ulyssesisize Dublin 5? Cities unfurling as the Worm turns to spite early…
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A day in the life of a vice peddler
Hand swaddling cash Waddling off with the swag bagged As clans begin to clash Tenuous alliances fall and crash Find out who is a pal and who is only a pal until they’re down bad I was stood cutting dash on the foot path Had my salesman patter down pat I was hard as a…