In the Land of Ire and Vice
It was all about buy to let
Invest in property to get rich quick
Sell a field
In the high risk “I risk” sea
And buy a nuclear power station with the profits
Pushing a trolley
Down the Emerald supermarket aisle
Dark horses gallop home to roost
A neigh shunned once again
A light knock to the shin
But the shin feigns injury
My head hits the ground, concussed
An array of light engulfs my vision
An “eye array” you might say
But they’ll deny it ever existed
Would you Adams and Eve it?
A man cuts the grass
With a broad black strimmer, and
On the other side of the cowshed
A small brown bird chirps out a song of indifference
The wren behind the byre
Meanwhile at the bar I order a coke and an orange
They just bring the coke
forgetting the orange order
I need to relieve myself outside
taking a leak up against the corner wall
Which turns out to be
The slash my father swore
Would get me into trouble.
A man in black approaches
“Do you pee?” he asks
Then continues
“Pee? Yes and I
Are, you see,
a policeman
Please come this way, you’re in eight
times more trouble than me”
So the police now have powers
To guard a sheer corner
And look after their own
Chucking our laws out the window
As clouds of steam from the east are rising
The German bankers say “Devalue Eire”
As he turns in his grave.
The headlines scream
The Queen sips tea – shock!
With the Taoiseach
You won’t find a finer foil
Out at sea,
A flat fish swims past
A ray? A plaice?
Aye, a ray
it is
But never was a ray
To Labour the point
A voter at a political conference
In the south of France
set himself on fire,
The ballot box and the arm alight
It was quite a conflagration
In the Ardèche
The shattered dreams of an ex-justice minister
Haunt the waves out at sea
a collision with a coalition
There’s a fish caught in a storm
a fin, a gale…turns the waters choppy
No fee nor foil
Can buy off a government
But playing dumb is simply
To feign a fool
With fingers fumbling in Greecey tills
Farmer doffs his CAP subsidy
Colours his sheep a shade of red
A cause worth dyeing for?
Meanwhile across the Irish Sea
A lone poet sits in exile
Tapping on a keyboard to the tune of a long forgotten song…
The Dreaming Armadillo 