Category Archives: Corruption


I haven’t been happy with your work lately. I prefer to smile.

Its been a while.

Perfection is hard to attain.

I know that, do you?

Me too.

It is worth the pain.

There is much to gain.

You may not seek my approval.

Are you ready for removal?

God knows I’m a patient man.

At least I think I am.

To end my report, must do better.

Don’t cry when you read this letter.

I’ll see you in my office after work.

May I quote Edmund Burke?

I may, and many others too.

Do Shakespeare’s words mean anything to you?

To be or not to be and so on.

Mull over my words, I won’t go on and on.

See you later on.

Tich Ennis

7th December, 2017


Fake News

Pope to canonise Paisley to make the unionists happy.

Bob Dylan said Abba are sappy.

Jerry Lee Lewis said I’m better than Elvis and I’m not dead.

Donald Trump says that’s not what I said.

Teresa May, the Virgin on the Rocks, says what she really thinks.

Arlene Foster stinks.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2017

The Arts Council

Is it true the Arts Council are creeps and they only support pretentious stuff?

I’ve had enough.

I’m no insect, I don’t crawl.

I’ve heard shite, I’ve seen it all.

It cuts no ice with me at all.

Am I completely, absolutely, totally wrong, do they ever get it right if only by mistake?

Should I take a chance, are they completely fake?

Will there be any mourners at their wake?

When people don’t understand something they say its art.

A bloody fart.

Not in my face, drop dead.

Enough said.

Tich Ennis

30th November, 2017


I wonder should I say hello or should I say goodbye?

I wonder should I laugh or should I cry?

I wonder should I live or should I die?

As long as I keep wondering at least I am not dead.

When young my mother called me to get out of bed.

Sleepwalk or talk?

Do I talk in my sleep? How would I know?

I could ask a girl I used to know.

Some guy said I made sense when I was drunk, I should write it down.

Would I listen to a clown?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017


Life keeps kicking me in the you-know-where I could say which part but that would break my mother’s heart.

My brother says that’s because I never did anything before in days of yore.

I floated through life, I never took a wife.

I more or less let things happen but managed to keep my head above water.

A girl might turn out like her mother however attractive she is as a daughter.

I did have some small successes, God bless us.

In some ways I did more than most, Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

However, why now when I try am I a sucide afraid to die?

Other people are Hell said Sartre, oh well.

They make me wait and wait and wait.

Is this fate?

There is the occasional rare exception.

Who’s parents did not practice contraception.

Not then, at least.

In life the yeast.

Am I the only one on whom I can depend?

Not quite but almost otherwise I would give up and say, the end.

As you may surmise I more or less never practice what I preach.

Pretty girl on a beach.

Not quite out of reach.

How may I blame others who do nothing when I do it all the time?

Not quite, I wrote this rhyme.

Someone said kick against the pricks.

This old dog needs to learn new tricks.

Wait no longer for a cowboy called Tom Mix.

Other people almost always let me down.

You too?

Who’s blue?

Can I rely on no one except me?

I’ll get around to it sometime, wait and see.

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

The Media

The media take politicians at face value and won’t ask the right question.

What a suggestion!

If your position is illogical, if you lie, who are you, the big I?

You make me cry.

Politicians don’t like being laughed at, held up to ridicule, that’s the golden rule.

Treated as a fool.

If you do that you’ll never talk to them again.

Look after your wallet, hold your pen.

Who’s fooling who, you again.

Out of their own mouths they are condemned said Jesus Christ, he was crucified.

Which politician never lied?

I realise you don’t want to be nailed to a cross, or get shot, that would be no loss.

You don’t give a toss.

Good guys don’t win, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, eat your words you miserable bunch.

Pravda means truth, don’t make me laugh.

Who will sort the wheat from the chaff?

This is just a draft.

Will I write your last will and testament?

“I never said what I meant”.

I see your trick.

You make us sick.

We are not thick.

Go ahead, put yourself first.

You’re on the game, you meet the worst.

You’re in the game, you play it too.

Monkey in the zoo.

The world is the way it is because of people like you.

Ones who don’t care.

You’re there.

The news is fake, you’re on the make.

It’s the world we live in, must it be this way?

What do words say?

Truth to tell we live in Hell.

Exceptions are very, very rare.

So there.

Remember the word care?

How it looks or how it is, politics, the news, showbiz.

Razmatazz and all that jazz.

I want the real thing, I am not alone.

You chill me to the bone.

Yours faithfully, war correspondent.

At least I said what I meant.

Tich Ennis

28th October, 2017


Take me seriously though I joke.

I am the proverbial pig in a poke.

Yours for free, believe me.

Many a true word is said in jest, it’s the good humour test.

I have no wish to confuse, can white boys sing the blues?

If it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all says an old blues song.

A joke is taking right for wrong.

The other way around as well.

Selling Heaven, buying Hell.

Oh well.

I see the funny side of things.

Jokers beat kings.

Tich Ennis

27th October, 2017