Category Archives: Culture

Disgrace

How can I make myself perfect? I wash my face.

I brush my hair. Am I a disgrace?

I go out to buy cigarettes and the paper, that’s my plan.

I can’t tell the future, I’m just a man.

Later I will go out again to buy food.

If I’m in the mood.

Then listen to my favourite radio program of the week and probably fall asleep.

This Sunday will be like others, a day of rest.

I like Sundays best.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2018

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The Royal Family

The royal family are wonderful people, I demur.

They have their saving graces, I concur.

If the royal princes weren’t born where they are would they be on the dole?

Could an ignoramus play their role?

The queen has crown jewels, the Irish had until 1910.

Someone stole them then.

I was not around, don’t blame me.

Someone else dunnit, you see.

What price pageantry?

Tich Ennis

11th 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

Posh Boy

A posh boy suffering from middle class guilt became a raving red.

He said people should do this instead.

Venezuela here we come, see what happens under their thumb.

Are you sure your answer is not over simplified, why not leave well enough alone, can you cure a man who died?

If things get worse when you’re in charge will you say shut up and eat your bun, a gunman is at large?

I’m sorry for you and your delusions, who screams the loudest, who sows confusions?

I well know things are bad and pretty bad at that.

Is Kim Jong-un a fat cat?

Maybe we should do what Castro did and let no one out.

Is that your secret plan, you who shout?

When the rich repent their sins, love begins.

Who does not want money, more and more?

There is a beggar at your door.

Hitler said he had it right, Stalin too.

Who says you should run the zoo?

You do.

Who has a vested interest in the status quo?

The vested interests, now you know.

We don’t need to change the electoral system, we need to change the electorate.

When you do that I’ll place my bet.

The politics of greed and envy are not what we need.

A vote for you is suicide indeed.

You speak the truth when it suits you.

Beware, another politician might shoot you.

I prefer things don’t go from bad to worse.

Are you a blessing or a curse?

I would like a world without posh boys, do you agree?

Do you know better than me?

Read history, chairman Mao.

Did he know how?

Violence and lies are not the way, whatever you say.

I know people don’t disagree when a gun is pointed at them, ask the I.R.A.

Visit Venezuela, learn the truth.

Happy holiday.

You mean well.

Good intentions pave the way to Hell.

The poor should be housed, who won’t let them, their next door neighbour, is that you?

Who sold their soul for votes, which crew?

The ones who get elected, by who?

Why don’t people change, because they don’t want to, that’s why.

We are ruled largely by self interest, I tell no lie.

When that day changes let me know.

Until that day I say I told you so.

What you already know.

There’s none so blind as those who don’t want to see, they’re all around.

Guarding their penny or their pound.

I know some are not self interested, but they are few and far between.

Look around, see what I mean.

I too can dream.

Tich Ennis

10th October, 2018

Christ Talks

Passerby: Hi Christ. Someone said you are the son of God. What are you doing here?

Christ: I’m flogging bibles.

Passerby: They haven’t been written yet. Aren’t you being a bit premature?

Christ: A bit previous. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

Passerby: I’ll put my name down for one.

Christ: Sign here. A first edition is a good investment. You could flog it at Sotheby’s.

Passerby: If I’m around that long. Is it readable?

Christ: It took ten years to write and would probably take the same amount of time to read.

Passerby: That’s very funny.

Christ: Not if you wrote the book.

Passerby: It will give people something to swear on and at and throw at people, anyway.

Christ: A best seller.

Passerby: And I thought you were just a waste of space.

Christ: Wait for the Hollywood epic.

Passerby: You’ve seen the film, now read the book.

Christ: Dance to the musical.

Passerby: You are a man before your time.

Christ: A man out of time.

Passerby: Whatever that means.

Christ: Gutenberg, thou should’st be living at this hour.

Passerby: I’ll wait for the audio version.

Christ: That’s me. Born before TV.

Passerby: If you had an air to that you could sing it.

Christ: I’ll be on my way.

Passerby: Mine too.

Christ: It’s a rocky road.

Passerby: You can say that again.

Christ: And again and again and again.

Passerby: Where does this road lead?

Christ: Where indeed.

Passerby: You’re a bit of a poet.

Christ: Don’t I know it.

Passerby: Sayonara, Japanese for goodbye.

Christ: Au revoir, until we meet again.

(Both figures depart. The End.)

Tich Ennis

26th July, 2018

 

You And I

We are born and then we die.

The stuff of life comes in between.

Maybe an ice cream.

Coffee in a café now and then.

Some are boys and some are men.

Some complain when they’re left out.

What have they to shout about?

Sometimes some come together in bliss.

A kiss.

Then friendship, company and talk.

Some enjoy a hike or walk.

Our stories are all different but start and end the same.

Are you glad you came?

Life may not be without trial.

To say otherwise would be denial.

Are you born to cry or smile?

To get to school I walked a mile.

What price happiness and when?

Now and then.

I lay down my pen.

That’s life, make of it what you may.

Between sunrise and sunset is the day.

Is this okay?

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018

Machines

We’re all going to be replaced by machines.

Is this what life means?

I’m not a machine I said to my brother, you are he said.

He should know, he’s dead.

Tich Ennis

23rd March, 2018