Category Archives: Poor

Addict

I smoke because I’m an addict, that’s not a reason.

Reasons are out of season.

If I gave up I could have a holiday or give money to the poor.

So I have been told, the addict must endure.

I don’t want a holiday and anyway I’m poor, so what?

I know smoking makes no sense, my doctor does, as for your advice, thanks a lot.

Since when has human behaviour made sense, when it does let me know.

I wish I did I wish I didn’t, this is the last line, let me go.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2018

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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

The Cure

To cure the madness of the world is why art is here.

Some go mad, some say God is here.

In a pint of beer.

Look and listen, open your eyes and ears.

What do you see around you, is life full of fears?

A work of art can play its part, with dedication it is made.

Bring art into the light, out of the shade.

Art is seeing, being, doing.

To a lover it is wooing.

What is life without those things?

In my heart music sings.

See what is, see what’s real.

Above all, feel.

This artist delivers to you this pill.

Should I speak from a hill?

A perfect world had we the will.

So why say art is mad?

The world is, the world is sad.

Art exists to make you glad.

Drink in, drink up and take the cure.

A perfect world for rich and poor.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2018

Rock

Am I an artist or a businessman?

If a businessman have I got a plan?

I have a product to sell, a one way ticket out of Hell.

I must get out there, knock on doors.

I should get out more.

I decorate my cave with a painting of a dinosaur.

In the Louvre would I sell more?

I am modern and I am old.

Is art made to be sold?

Tutenkhamun’s mask is pure gold.

Tich Ennis

11th August, 2018

Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

The Consumer Society

Who are members of the consumer society, the posh and the poor.

If I had Nike runners I’d throw them in manure.

When you spend money you haven’t got it anymore.

So what you’ve got a mahogany front door?

Who are you trying to impress?

People with less?

Quite likely they have more sense.

And more pence.

A fool and his money are soon parted, waste not want not, these are old sayings not well known now.

Not to you anyhow.

Tich Ennis

9th July, 2018