Monthly Archives: January 2017

Its Rubbish

Why do people believe rubbish and outright lies?

They do not deceive the wise.

People believe what they want to believe, is that the case?

Is there hope for the human race?

Why, I ask, do they want to believe what is not true?

Because it suits them, between me and you.

The old god self interest rears his ugly head again.

Its me, me, me and hate the other, until when?

Until calmer heads prevail and we stop and think.

People, we stand at the brink.

The truth is ever true and lies are false.

That needs to be said before the last waltz.

Tich Ennis

31st January, 2017

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Do It

You can’t depend on others, do it yourself, you clown.

Others let you down.

They have their lives to lead, they have their own problems, they too are in need.

Those who go out of their way for you are few and far between.

A king or queen.

Do your best, something worthwhile.

Then they go the extra mile.

The world appears to have deaf ears.

Conquer your fears.

There’s nothing to it.

Do it.

Tich Ennis

31st January, 2017

Organ Failure

Transmission has been halted temporarily owing to circumstances beyond my control.

I have no clue what I’m doing.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Tich Ennis

31st January, 2017

I Am Famous

But not really.  I am embarking on a musical career at this late stage in my life, making a cd, already made, probably as many as ten copies to be sold, I hope, in local shops.  That much is agreed.

In my next post I show the cover, blood sweat and tears went into the making.  The cover was more problem than the singing.

The full colour front cover will be with you in my next post, any minute now.

I never wanted to be famous, but what the Hell?

So I join the ranks of celebrity.  Watch the tabloids,

Tich Ennis

28th January, 2017

 

 

Fake News

Donald Trump to put his face on the dollar bill.

Teresa May gropes Donald Trump in the white house on a hill.

Teresa May says men like being groped.

The Pope is not a Catholic, there is no hope.

Peace breaks out in the Middle East.

Palestinians invite Israelis to a feast.

Bread does not rise with yeast.

If you believe that you’ll believe anything, you fool.

Did you learn anything at school?

Believe truth as a rule.

Fighting evil with evil is alright.

That’s shite.

Tich Ennis

26th January, 2017

My Will

This is my will. It is my will that I never die. Why the Hell should I die to leave my estate to a miserable bunch of (collective nouns) who never say thank you?   Getting a thank you out of you is like getting blood from a (past participle) stone.

I may have spawned many bastards during a long and misspent life but so (past participle) what?   Know thyself.   Bastards and proud of it. By name and nature. My life?   Fun while it lasted. Its not over till the fat lady sings, and she has lost her voice.

If you think I’m going to commit suicide you have another think coming. Why the (noun or verb) should I?   Just to suit you?   My bastard progeny.   Take a (past participle) running jump at yourself or selves, you many-headed monster. Leviathan.

I may or may not decide to hold a pre-death funeral or wake for myself, all invited. My death that will never come, although much longed for. Like a jack-in-the-box I leap from my casket (coffin), laughing.   I had you all fooled.   You thought I was dead. Dead to the world in all its many manifestations.

This will of mine may bring tears to your eyes, I’m sorry to disappoint you. You miserable (four letter word, beginning with cee). Plural, add ess. I learned that word at school.

So, forget the flowers and crocodile tears. Thanks for nothing. The man who never made a mistake never made anything. Or indeed woman, afterthought. I met your like before. I know you only too well, bastards to a man and woman. So I quote, I have two words for you. And they sure as Hell aren’t come here.

Do I make myself clear? I’m not going to die. I am never going to (two words).   So (two words). You may treat me as a senile corpse.   I am well used to it.   Thanks for nothing.

Thank you for attending the reading of my will, I am sorry to disappoint you. You go home empty handed. What did you expect?   Expect nothing and you won’t be disappointed. Wise words. Your eyes are bigger than your belly.   Oliver Twist asked for more. He was not alone.   Less is more.   Figure it out.   You have a brain, use it.

I shan’t detain you a moment longer.   Was your journey really necessary? Is that all there is?   More or less.   My grabbing, grasping relatives.   We are all relatives, relatively speaking.   I am fed up with you, up to here and then some.

If I appear to make no sense since when did you make any? Pot, kettle, black. All good things come to an end.   I should know.   Necessity is the mother of invention and the father of an awful lot of bastards.   It takes one to know one.

I now sign off and (verb) off, if only temporarily. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.

Yours ever, whatever-you-call-him. Amanuensis.

Tich Ennis

25th January, 2017