Tag: irish
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What’s Good For The Goose
As far as good things for Ireland Having the electric Second to black death Where we live in our land Far from midtown, this mad town. He came as the Conciliator He came as the Lamb He will come as the Instater He will come as Calm Wondering what’s good for Goose I ain’t see…
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Chasing (I had tax)
My whole life spent chasing tail I’m like a hunting hound When I taste a fox I turn, don’t see Siegfried around. Laying trails in case I need to backtrack fast Back cast my windlass is west cast I sprint fast down town aves Dodge junkies mad on cans White vans black vans luas lines…
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Cafe Days
The other day I watched a bargirl carrying a precarious pile of ashtrays When returning reverie struck, of my days working in cafes Happy rage equal expansive, rounded chin short of handsome Furtive as a stray yet bold as a peacock, easily led astray I was at that age.
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Here Now
City’s like chewed gum passed around Not one inch of hallowed ground Aged brown, grown out but never outgrown Stone to dent our presence here That we ever, ever we were so now we’re here forever You can’t change what has come before Time is like a charging horse, all froth and midair Place is…
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Clubbing
Head spinning like a car ‘round bends I can’t feel like fifteen Nurofen On the door a mean old sort Take a skinny ass for sport My head goes back like a xenomorph Catapult neck then he hits the floor. I’ve had five E’s I’m trying to blink it out Got ID, pal? He tugs…
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