When the moment seems inevitable
When the night has descended into chaos
When law itself cannot find a home
Try not to punch one of your friends
For we are cavemen at best
Mostly unrespectfully dressed
Dealing with stress
But what is trending now might tomorrow not trend
An unstoppable urge sending messages to forever send
Try as hard as possible to not punch one of your friends
Life is precious Life is great Life is keeping it straight Momentum keeps you going Momentum is the power Momentum sustains 60 minutes in every hour Happiness is essential Happiness should be a guarantee Life is what your doing now The high IQ’s are figuring how Life is accepting that life itself takes a certain toll Life is about helping other people visualize the landscape of your soul
After many years of sharing the same field, An inter-species love began to yield. From running in the grass and enjoying a joke, To scratching their hides and learning to smoke. A proper relationship with passionate feelings befriended, What happened in the bushes was not what God intended. Their best friends knew, the chicken and the horse, Of this forbidden union, they said nothing of course. Then the pig found out and raised the alarm, And squeeled to the man who was running the farm. Cow and sheep were butchered to alleviate the shame, Chicken and horse knew the pig was to blame. Then late one night, when the animals were in bed, They put on balaclavas and sneaked into the shed, And took turns firing bullets into his head
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.
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 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 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
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
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.
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.
