Category Archives: Feeling

Generations

Generations passing by, I wonder why.

Children have charm, may they come to no harm.

Then they grow up into hags and old lags.

Give humanity a chance.

Mozart composed at five, to make people dance.

Striptease is an art form in France.

Some people have double decker prams.

Traffic jams.

Tich Ennis

5th November, 2018

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Virgin

A virgin poem, never read.

This poem is alone in bed.

Alone, unhonoured and unsung.

This bell has never rung.

Now she makes her debut.

Cinderella, where’s your shoe?

Do you know one and one makes two?

Maybe meet a mathematician or conjuror or children’s party magician.

Get out and about.

Dance, romance.

Being wise is sometimes silly.

Be happy with your Hillbilly.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2018

Criticism

Criticism has a bad name.

For shame.

It can be constructive or destructive.

If you want praise ask your mother.

Failing that, your pet brother.

Some don’t want to hurt your feelings so they don’t say what they think.

They drive an honest man to drink.

If you want the truth ask a stranger.

You may expose yourself to danger.

Don’t ask someone in the same field, like a farmer.

Can you cure a self harmer?

Be your own critic, charity begins at home.

If you are your greatest fan leave me alone.

The truth is funny, among other things.

Not greatly favoured by kings.

Should I issue a clarifying statement?

Some music should be subject to noise abatement.

Why should I explain to those who don’t want to know?

I hesitate to say I told you so.

Tich Ennis

4th October, 2018

Money Worries

Oh money how will I live without you now that you have gone?

I am a vanquished soldier yet I soldier on.

Who will buy my coffee, who will buy cigarettes?

If I backed horses I could say who will place my bets?

The lord will provide, lord who, Screaming Lord Sutch?

Heaven knows I do not ask for much.

Today a man gave me a fiver, unexpectedly.

When oh when will everything be free?

Tich Ennis

5th September, 2018

Modern Song

I want to commit suicide but I haven’t got the guts.

Don’t you know I’m nuts?

I want to share my misery and pain with you.

I think that’s the right thing to do.

You’re nuts too.

You enjoy my stuff because you are a misery boots.

I don’t give two hoots.

I am a comedian on stage, I give vent to rage.

A funny thing happened on the way to the loony bin.

Or alcoholic treatment place or drugs clinic, where do I begin?

I am depressed and I want the world to know.

Its my ego, its not small, I am a bomb about to blow.

Yeah, well, so people get killed at pop shows, so what?

I have the ticket money, thanks a lot.

I made sense once but I forgot.

Cheer up some other voice said.

It could be worse, you could be dead.

Who says everything is futile?

Some guy who forgot how to smile.

Life is awful, you’ll get over it in a while.

Is there no place for laughter, none for joy.

Not from this boy.

I say life is a one way suicide trip.

And people say I’m hip.

There is a word, masochist, look it up.

When you understand its meaning I might shut up.

And drink the loving cup.

In the meantime, okay, eat my turds.

You don’t understand words.

Because you don’t want to, it doesn’t suit you.

People like you shoot you.

Wallow like a pig.

Call me mister big.

Since when has it been best to be insane?

As that stupid saying has it, feel my pain.

Your pain is self inflicted.

You are addicted.

Grow up, get out more, life your life you fool.

Did you learn insanity at school?

Okay, I’ve had my say, I don’t eat vomit.

I prefer Wallace and Gromit.

I smoke and smoking is mad so I’m mad too.

Just like you.

I am the meaning of this song.

If I gave you a rope would you say so long?

Who has the cure, you or me?

Wait and see.

I do not choose misery and woe.

I go.

And so do you, what are you, Asian flu?

Solve the Arab Israeli conflict and I’ll believe you.

You are not the answer.

Chancer.

As for me, I am a dancer.

You are a romancer and romance is false.

I prefer rock‘n’roll to the waltz.

I too have faults.

If you see yourself in this song well, hello.

I don’t want to say I told you so.

Music should be fun or transcendental.

Not, as we say in Ireland, mental.

Is there a place for gentle?

Tich Ennis

1st August, 2018

My First Kiss

Not having achieved celebrity status I know you won’t be interested in this, my first kiss.

It was hit or miss.

Not exactly instant bliss.

A scientific experiment that failed, I had yet to reach the stars.

I gave up candy bars.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2018