Every Now and Then

The country has been run,
Into the ground!
Blindly led for so long,
We’re subterranean.

Don’t forget your shovel,
If you want to go to work!
And dig your way out,
To breathe the air again.

Winter,
Just one day to go.
Hint heard,
Whispered by wind blow.

Well Mary Harney said “shop around”,
Now Mary Coughlan says “shop at home”!
Not sure who’s the bigger clown,
But I know who’s got the bigger hole!
…
[In the public finances, of course]

When you’ve lost,
Everything.
When there’s nothing,
Else to give.
When you’re down,
And nearly out.
When a cry,
Can’t even shout.

Gonna put em on, and let em sing…

I wish I could stop wishing.
I think, I should.
I wish, I could.

Fla-whoosh,
I just saw a shooting star,
It has been,
Such a long time!
I just glanced up,
And Yeeeee-Haw!
Small bright dot,
Trailing long line!

O Donoghue agrees to resign,
But not until, next week!
Seven days to redesign,
His new office, what a cheek!

Resplendent moon-painted
October sky.
Hard to describe,
So I won’t even try.

Turning, as if burning,
See the beech tree leaves.
Fold tighter, hold tighter,
In more wind, less breeze.

My head kinda hurts
My legs kinda throb
My bed kinda flirts
My pains kinda gone

Tired
Am I
Too Tired
To Ty

More of the same,
No bad thing!
More of the same,
Go lad sing!

My friend hear a tale,
Of my friend called, “The Bank”.
He gave loans to, a guy,
“The Developer”.

That same guy’s developments,
Stopped – point blank.
Bank charges me high,
Who’s cleverer?

Split me forehead,
Splitting wood.
Splitting headache,
Don’t feel good.

Time will tell…
But first few listens,
Makes it, well…
Up there with them.