Category Archives: Post truth society

Bukowski

Make I never speak an untrue word on paper or by voice.

That is my choice.

A woman who read my first book said I mean what I say, why is that unusual today?

Liars, liars everywhere, on T.V. and on the air.

Fake news, jokes that aren’t jokes, pigs in pokes.

Such drivel, am I supposed to believe this, I don’t.

Don’t expect me to talk like you, I won’t.

How long must we wait for the true?

I’ve had it up to here with you.

You leave me a lot to do.

Me and Charles Bukowski too.

Tich Ennis

11th July, 2018

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Manchester United

Manchester United probably has no player from Manchester, does it matter?

Who is Sepp Blatter?

Today we have singers who can’t sing, it’s the thing.

Why is nothing what it says it is, the United Nations are not united.

Explain it to a child, it takes some explaining, I am not delighted.

They have as little to do with what they say they are as a bicycle with a car.

The world is very complicated, many things are overrated.

Do you blame people for going mad when the world is mad?

It makes me sad.

Rename something when its name is bad, does that change anything at all?

Am I talking to the wall?

They say a thing is wrong but have no cure.

Is that me or you or them, are you sure?

There’s something not right somewhere, as Shakespeare said, rotten in the state of Denmark.

He did not miss the mark.

For Denmark read everywhere.

Believe me there is good but it is rare.

What is happening to our air?

What qualities make good, dedication and care.

They are still there.

The few are true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

 

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist

Rubbish Man

What do I want, I want the truth to be.

To Hell with me.

I write and sing for what its worth.

I want peace and happiness on Earth.

Joy, let joy be unconfined.

I am imperfect, do you mind?

So where is the perfect man, nowhere I suppose.

In the meantime may I wear his clothes?

I speak truth, I hope to be it too.

I waited everlastingly for you.

Some clown here says he wants the truth to be.

Who? Me.

I well know I may be misunderstood.

The rubbish man says swap bad and mad for good.

I want to make it perfectly clear.

That’s why I’m here.

My aim is for perfection, may I not aim in vain.

The world is in pain.

May my words not go down the drain.

The rubbish man would like a holiday in Spain.

Tich Ennis

10th January, 2018

Judges

Are the judges in Ireland also corrupt, are they on the make?

If it was their own daughter what stance would they take?

We all know they’re highly paid, they’ve got it made.

Why are their sentences so low and their awards so high?

Do they say to themselves there but for the grace of God go I?

It appears they back the system to the hilt.

How much would they fine Mr. Vanderbilt?

Or any other ordinary everyday millionaire.

The question is, do they care?

Tich Ennis

31st December, 2017

Remain

God in the damp, God in the stain, God in the pleasure, God in the pain.

They do their best to kill God, kill the truth. God remain.

Stay sane.

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017

Latest Fashion

God is out of fashion because God is truth.

Fashion is a fickle jade, it corrupts our youth.

Who wants the latest thing, who rejects the old?

Who says only new is good, who says a child is bold?

Who says it makes no difference, who says it doesn’t matter?

Who says its no one’s fault the obese are getting fatter?

The same ones who hate free speech, they hate freedom too.

Its never anybody’s fault, the blame is all on you.

Logic, reason, truth itself, are they dead and gone?

They are in the mouth of some and yet the truth lives on.

Tich Ennis

9th December, 2017