Tag: ireland
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Burnt back The Liberties
Wax cast of my own face worn as a mask, wolf wool-wearing faux flock Waving my Tullamore ashplant to lull the masses into disastrous fandom Blocks of flats chocoblock with rats twisttailed Swab any inch of the wall, test green for scabies Rotten like Johnny, how it’s still standing ask the man Rubber johnny tumescent…
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Inner City Oldtime
Our own tongue throat stranger And failing to nourish will or may perish We pause, wishing to answer betters in Irish Cannot know a lost language Vanishes, we answer in English Less than swill of which our Liffey consists. What is Irishness What is native wit? Slack jaws guffawing Slenting houses built from haunted bricks…
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Pissed up pagan
If you chance to take a glance over see a man whose not sober Not quite soulless but his prayers groaned go to silt-bellied Sobek Piss off a pagan you get your guts garlanded over a henge You’ll get wrecked with my neolithic vengeance, mediaeval weapons Know you pissed off a pagan When aches and…