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Ghostwriter

Ghostwritten in invisible ink.

A book to make you think.

Now you see it, now you don’t.

You think you get it but you won’t.

A mystery for you to solve.

Grit your teeth with firm resolve.

This book is your life story too.

It may include a kangaroo.

It has a cast of characters of every race and creed.

It says a lot to those who learn to read.

Others may be unaware, not knowing it is there.

Look up the index, there’s your name.

Aren’t you glad you came?

Read on, read on until the end.

It’s a neverending book, my friend.

You may find this meaningless.

More or less a mess.

God bless.

Tich Ennis

7th November, 2018

Waiting For Tomorrow

I’m waiting for tomorrow when the money comes rolling in.

What will I do with it, I won’t buy a bottle of gin.

I’ll go to the bank and pay interest on my credit card loan.

Then I may call to the pub before finally going home.

I’ll buy some cigarettes and maybe pay for some I got on credit in a shop.

My money will be disappearing, but not quite to the last drop.

I may go to the café and possibly meet a girl.

Whatever, its not the end of the world.

Tich Ennis

19th July, 2018

Mad Book

My brother is writing a book, the maddest ever made.

In this idyllic glade.

When people don’t understand something they say it must be art.

A million for a bad photocopy, where do you start?

People pay a fortune for rubbish, that’s not art, that’s fashion, a fickle jade.

A mistake a person made.

So my brother could present his book as art, its not science, sure as Hell.

Would you fall for it?

Oh well.

Tich Ennis

28th May, 2018

Nameless

Do you have to be semi mad or sick to get a following, do I do the trick?

It is necessary to define your terms before you are eaten by worms.

What is mad and what is sane and what is pleasure, what is pain?

We each are mad in our own way, am I mad, what do you say?

If mad is different then I’m glad, I wish to be completely mad.

We are different and the same, madness I am glad you came.

All I love are different, that is so.

For instance Kafka and Van Gogh.

I am a snail so I am slow.

Let us eat a lettuce leaf.

Life is not only always grief.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

Modern Age

Am I out of keeping with the modern age, is it an age filled with rage?

An age of discontent, you know what I meant.

People appear fed up, telling each other to shut up.

Dealing with each other at arms length, thinking all that matters is superior strength.

That’s not my way, I prefer to play.

Life is a game it seems to me, who wants victory?

The game is the thing, the game is king.

Winning is not all, head the ball.

Enjoy the music, enjoy the dance.

Do not adopt a stance.

Remember kings of France.

Tich Ennis

12th January, 2018

Near Death Experience

I had a near death experience the other day while passing by a graveyard.

I tried to smile, not very hard.

I thought how convenient, they won’t have to carry me far.

If I must be run over let it be a Rolls Royce car.

Don’t put a plaque on my house yet.

I am as alive as you can get.

Life is an each way bet.

I don’t know what the Hell that means but say it anyway.

Just passing time of day.

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2018

 

Judges

Are the judges in Ireland also corrupt, are they on the make?

If it was their own daughter what stance would they take?

We all know they’re highly paid, they’ve got it made.

Why are their sentences so low and their awards so high?

Do they say to themselves there but for the grace of God go I?

It appears they back the system to the hilt.

How much would they fine Mr. Vanderbilt?

Or any other ordinary everyday millionaire.

The question is, do they care?

Tich Ennis

31st December, 2017

Skull Two

I like saying things that mean two things at once.

Some hate it and treat me as a dunce.

Two for the price of one as I once said.

You may get the joke before you’re dead.

Why has a skull a grin on its face?

Maybe a joke is not out of place.

Must I explain clearly as to a fool or child?

Some don’t want to know at school, they drive their teacher wild.

The skull smiled.

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017

Remain

God in the damp, God in the stain, God in the pleasure, God in the pain.

They do their best to kill God, kill the truth. God remain.

Stay sane.

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017