Category Archives: Liars

Young People

Young people tend to say no one does something when they mean themselves, that’s true.

Do you?

I was unaware anyone knew everyone, I have not met that man.

Or woman to be precise, or orangutan.

Statistically speaking the population of the Earth is big.

They are not the same, some don’t eat pig.

When you say no one nobody you must mean you.

Other people exist too.

Stop saying no one does something when you don’t know or don’t mean what you say.

I don’t listen to rubbish, I go away.

I checked up, you’re wrong.

Sorry to confuse you with the facts, so long.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018

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Solicitors

Some are good but they are few and far between.

Walk in off the street, see what I mean.

Is their brain at your service or their own?

Do you have to ask, leave them alone.

They go through the motions, that’s all they do.

And send their bill to you.

Go by recommendation, ask a friend.

The good are good, the rest drive you around the bend.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018

Explain

Explain the world to me or must I explain?

Gaining understanding gives me pain.

The answer is in the question.

Teachers bridle at that suggestion.

Ask the perfect question, perfectly framed.

Simplicity is for what the great are famed.

Ask, but who to ask, yourself, that is your task.

Seek and you shall find said someone, never mind.

Untie the ties that bind.

You have a mouth and ears and eyes.

Use them to make a body wise.

The ties of ignorance are chains, cut loose.

Remove your gag and blindfold, what’s the use?

I speak to those with ears to hear.

The undiscovered country is right here.

Meanwhile I drink beer.

So it is down to me to explain.

Oh life, oh pain.

When you know the pain will disappear.

There is not far from here.

How may I make it clear?

I shed a tear.

What’s another year in jail, in Hell?

A year too much, free me from this cell.

So I explain, the key is you.

You know what to do.

I do too.

Explain.

An end to pain.

Explain.

Explain.

Explain.

Tich Ennis

1st 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

So Little

So many people know so little and they seem to know it all.

When you ask them they know nothing at all.

Then why do they act like they know everything when they don’t know a thing?

A peasant pretending to be a king.

Oh I don’t know anything about that they proudly say.

They would if they bothered to find out, is ignorance here to stay?

Ask the right person the right question, that’s my suggestion.

Return to source of course.

Persist to the very end my friend.

Tich Ennis

25th July, 2018

Preaching

Preaching to the converted is all very well.

Preaching to the unconverted is a journey into Hell.

They seek a wishing well.

The believe in luck and ideology and fate or say they do.

It is not possible to believe the untrue.

Liars to a man they persuade by brute force, shouting, brutality, the gun.

They are no fun.

Sure of themselves, why are they so certain, don’t they believe their eyes and ears?

A child knows better, they reduce an honest man to tears.

I am a man of seventy-seven years.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2018

Mentioning God

The world is made by people, the Earth is made by God.

We call Ireland the ould sod.

The world has walls and wars and borders and barriers, man made.

The Earth has Sun and showers and daylight and shade.

God favours virtue, we don’t follow his advice.

When it comes to the point we choose vice.

Cheer up, it might not happen, it already has said some lad.

Oh well, what the Hell, who is sane and who is mad?

Apparently in this world God is a dirty word.

How far have we travelled from the sublime to the absurd?

Oh love, oh truth, oh common sense.

Who worships in thy name, who sits on the fence?

Far be it from me to say I’m any better.

I mean this poem to the last letter.

What have I achieved, to what do I aspire?

Something higher.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018