Category Archives: Rolling Stones

Deathbed Scene

I got up off my deathbed for a last fling.

I’m wearing my pyjama top, I haven’t changed a thing.

Okay, I stole the first line from Rolling Stone.

I mean the magazine, leave me alone.

My shoes are more or less falling apart.

Still serviceable, don’t break my heart.

I wear clothes until every molecule wears out.

There is a smell when I’m about.

All my life I wanted to be a dirty old man.

I have achieved God’s plan.

Don’t cross until you see the green man flashing.

As a young man I was dashing.

Warning to young men, girls turn out like their mother.

I should know, I watched them grow, here comes another.

A couple fell in love and married in an old folks home.

Perhaps they spent their honeymoon in Rome.

Did they make it home?

How would you like to be buried beside me, asked Jimmy O’Dea.

He said that, not me.

Sentimentality is not my cup of tea.

Jimmy O’Dea was a comedian, must I teach you history?

Sometimes blue, like me not you, I dispel mystery.

Some people seem thick as a brick or plank.

Taking offence easily to be frank.

Hell, they are no friends of mine, get lost, drop dead.

I have said what I have said.

Tich Ennis

18th December, 2017

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Depend

You can’t depend on the weather in Ireland or anything else at all.

Hear politicians talking, they might as well be talking to the wall.

They make no sense at all.

Ireland is rather small.

Does it punch above its weight in anything or is it fate?

We’re not bad at talking, when will we start walking?

We wrote some books, we sang some songs, we tried to right some wrongs.

Occasionally, once or twice, we get it right.

We emigrate, take flight.

Beannacht De libh, good night.

Alright.

Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017

 

Brain

Where is a man with a better brain than me?

I need some help you see.

I mean what the Hell, oh well.

I know what I want but not how to do it, I’m not a bloody expert in everything.

I know almost nothing about some things, how can I know everything?

I could pay someone to do it if I had money, that’s funny.

Experts can be a pain in the arse, someone told me to go somewhere and ask for Mr. Jarse, Hugh Jarse.

I can’t make my website, that’s what I’m saying.

Should I try praying?

Swearing at technology doesn’t make it work but it makes you feel better.

End of letter.

(I apologise for cursing and swearing.

It’s a substitute for caring.

Some man in India and many others have offered help, at a price.

If you want a thing done right do it yourself, that’s my advice.

Einstein’s brain has been preserved.

I am unnerved.)

Tich Ennis

18th June, 2017

Fake Beatles

Oh my God free me from the fake, how much can I take?

And then in huge letters a sign, The Rolling Stones, (tribute band), gimme sunshine, not shade.

Its for the real thing I was made.

I saw a poster and every name on it was famous, some dead.

Have they come back to haunt us, listen to a record instead.

While I’m at it, please for God’s sake sing in your own voice.

I’ve had it up to here with imitations, genuine is my choice.

Tich Ennis

9th June, 2017