Category Archives: Hell

Examination

To examine one’s own life and the life all about.

To find them wanting, how do I fit in, how do I get out?

To understand everything and find the cure.

How to do it I’m not sure.

The road to perdition is a war of attrition.

People fall like flies, a part of me dies.

The world belongs to the wise.

Must I wear disguise?

Do I pass with honours my exam or just say damn?

Having examined through a microscope I believe in hope.

Yours faithfully, a dope.

Tich Ennis

24th February, 2018

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Radio

Intensely earnest person on the radio.

Should I listen to his show?

His manner is not calm, considered.

On and on he blithered.

I realise it’s just filling space.

Painting by numbers presenter man, you are a disgrace.

It gets no one anywhere, that stuff.

A load of waffling guff.

I’ve had enough.

Tich Ennis

22nd February, 2018

Aspiration

Why is there a word perfection when there’s no such thing?

You may say the same of God or a wedding ring.

Someone said there’s no such thing as happiness, I disagree.

That’s only me.

A lawyer acts for either side, its about pounds shillings and pence.

He does not care if he makes sense.

I may state a case merely to demolish it.

What is truth, should we abolish it?

God is what you put first, best or worst.

I do not drink only because I thirst.

There’s such a thing as aspiration.

Getting there requires a destination.

Tich Ennis

22nd February, 2018

Healer

Today I met a healer who cannot cure smoking, no joking.

He has not given up because it helps him to relax, these are the facts.

He said smoking is an addiction, you have to want to give up.

Tell yourself to shut up.

It takes all sorts to make a world and I have met quite a few.

Some as mad as me or you.

One man said he carries a gun in case someone in a pub starts a fight.

So you shoot him, goodnight.

His behaviour was completely weird, but he seemed serious.

If you ask me he was delirious.

Tich Ennis

10th February, 2018

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018

Talking To Myself

Is that all I ever do?

Do I talk to you?

I who haven’t a clue.

So what else is new?

Must I talk to myself forever, give myself a good talking to?

Is that all any of us ever do?

Some enjoy what I have to say, others walk away.

Or look the other way.

Should I talk until the end of life, spread the word, let truth be heard, be as a surgeon’s knife?

I am no more important than you, what do I say, me too?

Enjoy the view.

And a picnic too.

That will do.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018