Wrafter’s Afters RIP

It doesn’t need description
For many it was a prescription
An oasis on Harbour Street
An opportunity for friends to meet
Many antique weapons did the walls adorn
But tonight we feel forlorn
And slightly torn
A great man for good advise
A sound man who had time for anyone
Tonight we definitely feel forlorn
As we think and remember Sean


Have 30 or 40 things I should be doing
Can’t do anything
It ain’t glamorous
It ain’t rapturous
It ain’t “I am the Walrus”
All I do is procrastinate
Can’t write, can’t paint, can’t coordinate
Maybe its the medication which I don’t rate
It’s supposed to make me feel great
Maybe i’m the contaminate
All I do is procrastinate
As an artist my job is to illuminate
But this feeling of uselessness is starting to dominate
Hopefully soon they will vaccinate
And this virus they will eliminate
So I can get back and perform
Give the artists back a platform
Many lives this would transform
And as I write this on paper with my biro
I push back this procrastination until tomorrow

The man who paints Trees

So what is the scenario?
Turn up the audio
Let’s have a look at his portfolio
Whats going on in this studio
On my lyrics I’m patentee
Just another of earths refugees
Why would you paint a tree?
Between you and me
With regard to the Gardai
I’m in favor of the legalization of cannabis
In my conscience nothing is amiss
But without new legislation we are staring into an abyss
Hopefully the necessary support will surface
So cannabis is legal to purchase
Whats the point of arresting someone carrying weed
A victimless crime you must concede
The social problems of alcohol must I dripfeed?
Weed expands your conscience I don’t mislead about this supposed misdeed
There is a movement there is a need
Been smoking since 92
Like to smoke a few
However over the cuckoos nest I have flew
This is a poem about me
I’m the pro weed guy who paints the occasional tree


What an industrious man you will ever meet
If you ever meet him you are in for a treat
Became friends with him 20 years ago
Have never fallen out with him this I know
He’s a farmer and knows loads about animals and plants
If you ask him a favor he never says he can’t
He’s well traveled and a believer in free thinking
He prefer’s being a smoker than spending his time drinking
He’s an amazing chef, using only the best ingredients
His food is always succulent, dare I say magnificent
He’s a pleasure to be in his company
Always look forward to visit his farm in Tipperary
Whenever i’m feeling down I call on you my friend
In my time of need, a helping hand you always lend

Ivor’s House

Ivor’s House
Lets head to Rahan Roads penthouse
Rahan Roads Whitehouse
Ivor was the president
George Micheal Micheal Jackson
Some said it was a dosshouse
To many a playhouse
Back in the day
To some it was a nuthouse
Many house parties that did arouse
The fucking fantastic parties in Ivor’s house

The Harriers Days

In the queue, trying to make yourself look older
Fake ID, looking over your shoulder.
You get by Eyebrows, straight to the bar,
A fourteen year old rock n roll star.
Get tanked up on booze,
You have nothing to lose.
The DJ is going to be a safe bet,
To play the inevitable slow set.
As the love music starts, in the crowd rushes,
And you find yourself outside, puking in the bushes.

To my family and friends I haven’t seen in 10 weeks

I still need you
I still miss you
5km seems like a thousand miles
If I could just see you tonight
Everything would be alright
Might turn my frown upside down
Stuck in the middle of a lockdown
I think about you every day
In my own particular way
Can’t wait to see you again
The sooner the better praise the Gods amen
Missing people is part of this journey
It’s not all agony
Still got my mates inside the 5km limit
Will be worth living like a hermit
To see you again

Massive bag of weed

A massive bag of weed
Is exactly what you need
For this current lifestyle that we lead
My ears might start to bleed
Not what I want I must concede
The pandemic will proceed
For the toilet paper some people do stampede
Head to the HSE or WHO websites for a read
After food and water the boredom I must concede
That there is nothing wrong
With a massive bag of weed

This pain won’t last forever

This Pain won’t last forever
What you are going through won’t last forever
It will pass
You may be on a different part of the mood spectrum
Everything may seem like a problem
This pain won’t last forever
Never say never
I’m fighting my own battle which I really don’t understand
Got a demon in my mind that won’t vacate
Writing helps
It has allowed me do be creative
And to help me discover
A deep understanding of who I am

Don’t bomb Iran

Don’t bomb Iran
From your bases in Turkey and Afghanistan
Please America
Have mercy
Think of the many innocent civilians you will kill
Don’t do it at your will
The world doesn’t need another pointless war
But that is what you have come to adore
Election is coming up
There is plenty of oil under Iranian ground
We know you can find anyone on this planet
And assassinate them with precise drone strikes
But you are missing the point
As we are all related all alike
We are all brothers and sisters
With the occasional drifter
Be good America
If you can