I committed perjury twice.
I was not nice.
I did it to keep my job.
Was I a slob?
I suppose it wasn’t very important what I swore.
It made no difference really, it really happened, I could say more.
Do you believe me when I broke my oath?
As requested by a man living in Ratoath.
It went against the grain, made me feel sick.
Browbeaten into a dirty trick.
Smiling the boy fell dead.
I lived on instead.
My employer was a man in the legal profession.
This is my confession.
Later I left that job of my own volition and had fun in another.
I am somebody’s brother.
If I am a saint its of the plaster kind.
Is my soul my mind?
By the way, nice is fake good.
I wish people understood words, I wish they would.
I sailed, I swam, I flied.
Until now I have not died.
My goodness is hypothetical.
I end before becoming anasthetical.
Freud was a fraud, applaud.
Though held in high esteem.
Don’t ask me to interpret your dream.
I was young, not spelled with a J.
If that means nothing to you look the other way.
I met Marianne today.
Finally the end, finis.
2nd November, 2018