Category Archives: Abyss

Sartre

Sartre told us what to think said some Frenchwoman, who wants to be told that?

Not even my cat.

How dare you, Karl Marx, your thoughts are a farce.

Freedom at gunpoint, no thanks.

Stalin robbed banks.

Closer to home so did the I.R.A.

They have not gone away.

Are the Mafia here to stay?

I mention Sartre at the top, will these idiots ever stop?

I choose a lesser evil, thank you all the same.

I understand your game.

Tich Ennis

12th November, 2018

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The Public

No one ever went broke underestimating the public’s taste, and I quote.

This I wrote.

Bling may be your thing.

Its not mine.

To forgive is divine.

Porn existed before I was born.

Public, should I be populist?

Is there something I missed?

If I write to sell I go to Hell.

Some good stuff does sell, rather well.

Maybe I should not care.

My stuff is there.

Liked by a few.

That will do.

Tich Ennis

12th November, 2018

Door Of Heaven

The door of Heaven is not locked, the handle is broken.

Does everything work in Hoboken?

Knock and they will let you in if they see you, or go in the back door.

Do you need to know more?

Is it really Heaven I’m talking about or Eddie Rocket’s in Arklow?

Its stopped raining, sooner or later I’ll have to go.

When can we have Heaven here below?

Let me know.

10th November, 2018

The EU

The EU seemed like a good idea at the time.

Possibly so did the Soviet Union, Stalin’s crime.

The idea was that we would all agree.

Hypothetically good, the rest is history.

Nationalism, religion and ethnicity have a lot to answer for.

War.

The big dictator, me.

Look at the war between he and she.

Will a better idea ever come along?

Who believes in right and wrong?

Tich Ennis

10th November, 2018

Shroud

I wouldn’t be seen dead in a shroud.

Whisper it aloud.

No one has ever come back to say what its like on the other side, people who died.

Explain that, religious freaks, of whatever persuasion.

I will explain it now on this occasion.

No, I am not dead.

I am alive instead.

Firstly, if you don’t understand quantum mechanics my explanation will be beyond you, over your head.

Okay, you don’t, I’ll say something else instead.

Count to infinity and you’re half way there.

Eternity is everywhere.

If Heaven is above your head try Hell instead.

You know you’re dead when you look in the mirror and see nothing there.

Only air.

Why do skulls grin?

Where will I begin?

Do they see the joke?

Sorry I spoke.

Okay, you then, be the first.

Come back and tell us the worst.

Or best, as the case may be.

Say it on TV.

Tich Ennis

8th November, 2018

My Sins

For my sins I smoke outside.

Some people never smoked and died.

When I die will I go to Hell?

Oh well.

You’d have no trouble getting a light there.

Heaven has fresh air.

The wind tries to blow out my lighter.

I look forward, things will be brighter.

I don’t believe in hypnotism, I want a certain cure.

I don’t smoke gangster cigarettes, I am too pure.

Choose your way of wasting money.

Freedom isn’t funny.

Well, not really.

Its touchy feely.

Now my trousers are falling down.

I am an unofficial clown.

Why do I smoke, to ease the pain.

Its subtly comforting, life has its strain.

Do as I say, not as I do.

My advice to you.

As Sherlock Holmes said, I haven’t got a clue.

My sins are scarlet, or maybe slightly pink.

I also drink.

Smoking costs me most.

I am the holy ghost.

Who burned the toast?

Why should I impose on you this infliction?

Its all to do with my addiction.

Tich Ennis

8th November, 2018

Agree

I don’t know who you are who agree with me.

I don’t try very hard, you see.

Poetry comes easily to me.

In real life I almost do not act.

That’s a fact.

Still, its nice to know some are of one mind with me, one mind.

The truth is hard to find.

But yet easy, everyday.

It never goes away.

Some of you are damaged goods and some are not.

Whoever you are, thanks a lot.

The last line of a poem is often hardest to write, the last line.

The truth is yours and mine.

Don’t try to write a poem, let it come.

Write some.

Tich Ennis

8th November, 2018