When you stare at your reflection

When you stare at your reflection
Its just you looking back
Take a moment and wonder
At the miracle that is life

When you stare at your reflection
Its like an inner soul inspection
Look yourself up and down
Smile don’t frown
Treat yourself with affection
Regardless of your complexion
Be good to yourself
And every now and then
For your own protection
Be happy with that person in your own unique reflection

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Full Irish Breakfast Bitch

Feed me, feed me now
I’m fucking starving you don’t know how
Three sausages not fucking two
Two rashers of bacon not a few
Pudding white and pudding black
Two fried eggs cause I’ve been smoking crack
Don’t look at me as a man of little means
Flash that plate up with Bachelor’s beans
Homemade soda or toast for the soakage
The ladies in town come to me for the pokeage
Assemble the troops quickly bitch
As I have the urge to scutter
Fry the whole fucking lot in creamery butter

The chippers of Tullamore

When I’m hungry my stomach does bellow
Head to the chipper and be a nice fellow
Treat yourself to a burger and a bag
Walk down town smiling smoking a fag
But where will I go? Lets not be hasty
There’s a nice looking bird works in Tasty
Haven’t got much cash to blow
Half price Wednesday in Angelo’s
When I’m rich I’ll drive to collect in a ferrari
Oh they do a lovely bag in Macari’s
Fuck the burger and chips I want my fill
Of the house special pizza in the Roma Grill
I’m not going to McDonalds, Burger King or Supermacs
Their chips are shite, the food is just scraps
My favorite chipper,
The chips are so fine,
All the way from Italy, kind of
Its Carmine’s.