Bankers Bottom Out

November 3, 2013

It was the great financial farce,

Picking numbers from their arse.

Should we send them to the blocks,

Or just invest their heads in stocks?

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The end

July 10, 2012

I tip the keys to open wide
The latent work of art inside.
But letter locked I’m left to think,
I have the will but not the ink!

Empty Vessels

September 9, 2011

It happens as a general rule,
In every pack, one finds a fool.
Experience in life will show,
Who knows the least will loudest crow.

Deep Shit!

September 2, 2011

They say I’ll never be scribe,
Because my words just jest and jibe.
But spare me the monotony
Of deadly earnest poetry!

The Workman’s Club

July 31, 2011

I’m tithed and taxed, and yet they knife
The earnings from my working life.
I pay my dues, but must concede
That there is nothing left to bleed.

Bad Cat

March 30, 2011

The Celtic Cat, so hip it grew
To bite off more than it could chew.
Its back is broke, neck is hung
It hunts its prey, and eat its young!

Bleak Houses

August 3, 2010

Sitting in my ghost estate,
I’m haunted by my empty plate.
But markets fall and walls crash down
When built with envelopes of brown!

Let them eat cake!

July 6, 2010

He said, she said, he owes my arse,
A typical day of political farce.
Gaels blow hot air at mean green’s fáil –
An average bun fight in the dáil!

A literary stew!

November 9, 2009

Hocus Pocus fairy dust,
Another chapter is a must.
To conjure up this recipe,
I mix my ink with alchemy.

Odd Balls!

October 18, 2009

Dahling life can be a bitch,
When judged from a football pitch.
How to tell the rise and fall,
Eleven men, but just one ball!