My Manifesto

Fuck Ideology
Fuck all terminology
Fuck matching socks
Fuck a country up on cement blocks
Fuck racism
Fuck elitism
Fuck long tem unemployment
Fuck all empty sentiment
Fuck the future
Fuck the past
Fuck timeframes cause they won’t last
Fuck your enemy
Fuck off monogomy
Fuck all the homophobes
Fuck you fucking xenophobes
Fuck the middle class
Fuck you cause you suck ass
Fuck off people that look down their nose
Fuck off I suppose
Fuck off censorship
Fuck you I shoot from the hip
Fuck off Simon Cowell
Fuck you for making music unwell
Fuck you G8
Fuck off for the hate you create
Fuck you United Nations
Fuck you as you divide ill-gotten rations

Fuck you American foreign policy
Fuck you is part of my philosophy
Isn’t it swell? Well?
Fuck it, Fuck me aswell.

The Mally effect

I am going to save the worldI am the savior for cancer
I am the answer
I’m sober and totally steady
I have the powers of a Jedi
I have been diagnosed insane
I have a high powered brain
I can roll up a joint
I can make a point
I don’t fight when I’m drunk
I wear adidas footwear
I am possibly hard to bear
I have cooked up ketamine
I have committed many sins
I am not consumed by greed
I can afford 2 grams of weed
I believe in what I write
I do not give a shite
I am sorry for who I am
I am sorry for it is a sham
I hope that you give a shite
I hope everyone’s alright
I worry about my poems reception
I believe that it is better to wash yourself of all perception
I speak English with an Irish dialect
This is the Mally effect

Bridge House carvery dinner

Bridge House carvery dinner
I fucking love you
Bridge House carvery dinner
I really love you motherfucker

I fucking hope you do not stray
Please don’t fuck off far away
I lick the gravy off the tray

Bridge House motherfucking carvery dinner
You make me feel like such a winner

Wednesday is my fucking dole day
I fucking idolize that rich fuck Christy May
He may be gone but the foods still top notch
I’d eat it out of an old man’s crotch

I’m talking about you Bridge motherfucking House carvery dinner
Of course I want 4 types of spuds
I want roast, I want chips, I want mash
Garlic spuds? Just a splash
You can always find a place to sit
Best jacks in Tullamore if you need a shit

Bridge fucking motherfucking House carvery dinner
I fucking love you
I really do
I frequent and haunt
I’m the local carvery savant
Your always worth a jaunt
It doesn’t matter that I cannot afford the beef
Give me the fucking vol au vent

Why do I write?

Why do I stay awake at night?
Is it abstract self expression?
Drunken words after a session?
Of the many things considered important
The only thing I consider important
Is what makes my heart pulsate
Is what my existence illustrates
Quality time with family and proper mates

Junkie on the Luas

Where are you going junkie on the Luas?
Your a picture of blissful meditation junkie on the Luas
You look happier than the rest of us junkie on the Luas
And there is a feeling of envy secretly passing through us

Standing here watching you
Captivated watching you
Some fellow passengers do harbour grudge
You just sit there and do not budge
I am not the type to judge

Every woman and every man
Including the farmers in Afghanistan
All involved in this master plan

Like everything produced from our earth’s toil
Be it mainline or be it foil

One absolute constant that cannot go unchecked
Even the junkie on the Luas deserves respect

A couple of pints is never enough

What are ya having?
What do you need?
Couple of pills or a gram bag of speed?
Is everything alright?
Are ya having a good night?
Hope you and your mates are keeping it tight?
Its now getting late and your feeling a bit rough?
A couple of pints is never enough.

Are you a bird or are you a bloke?
Do you like to partake of a smoke?
Even the occasional nosefull of coke?
You might aswell.
You are not going to Hell.
Its better to have a tale to tell.
Don’t stop.
Live life to the full.
Its a lie that at the top it is tough.
A couple of pints is never enough.

Eviction Blues

Never thought it would happen to me
Someone else’s problem as far as I could see
But reality has knocked upon my door
This is not your door anymore
We want you out
We want the house
Payments missed, grab your stuff
Go sleep out in the rough
The solicitors are unwilling to re-examine
My personal experience of modern day famine
The only pity is that I am terrace bound
Otherwise I’d burn the fucking thing down.

We are history

All you do
And all you see
From this day forth
We are history

Man and womankind
A thing that you will find
From the cave to the semi-d
We are becoming history

Simple celled organisms
Please excuse the scepticism
The time of the humans has eclipsed
Welcome to the Apocalypse

Enjoy whats left
And have a good time
Enjoy the end game and the rhyme
Unified in this self indulgent mystery
We are soon to become history

Everyone deserves respect

Tread lightly where you walk
Keep bad opinions to yourself
It doesn’t matter how much you make
We all came off the same shelf
Your fellow man you should not neglect
Everyone deserves respect

Some people stare at the stars
Some people steal fancy cars
Some people sleep on on the street
Be nice to all you meet

To even those that cause you harm
To those who stick needles in their arm
Stand back, relax, this is life

Go easy on the mentally ill
Going easy is an easy skill

Humanity can go unchecked
Everyone deserves respect

DIY I hate you

Sandpaper and scraper
Scraping of last generations wallpaper
Down to my last fiver
Cant find the bastard screwdriver
Ill start so ill finish
This house will one day flourish
As I sit here feeling like a slave
I will succeed in decorating my modern day cave