Category Archives: Stupidity

Contribution

If nearly everything is rubbish should I contribute?

If I say something you don’t like do you say shoot?

If you wish to shoot your mouth off does someone say shut up?

You must be a looney, you must be a nut.

If you have a screw loose what I say may be no use.

Ask yourself the same, two can play this game.

Who gives you or me the right to choose?

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes.

Tich Ennis

4th October, 2017

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Computer

A computer means exactly what it says, they’d drive you crazy.

Or am I lazy?

Why are they so complicated?

I awaited enlightenment, I waited and waited.

Sooner or later it came along, I was doing things wrong.

Ask exactly the right question, that is my suggestion.

You too must mean what you say.

Have a nice day.

Hello world, I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it.

Will I catch a bus or bike it?

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

Think

Why is it illegal to think?

I ask myself, I have a drink.

Be careful what you say.

They might lock you up today.

Or shoot you if they have a gun.

You’re not the only one.

In Poland they had gutters in police stations to let the blood run out.

Some still thought their system better, they had not found out.

Who says its all sweetness and light here?

I turn to beer.

Utopia is atop the hill, next to the looney bin, they’re climbing still.

Will they ever get there? If they have the will.

Tich Ennis

30th September, 2017

Answer

Is God the answer to my problems or is he the cause?

Do I defy all known laws?

How come everything is problematic, is the answer in my attic?

It appears doing things is easy, why is finding out how such a slog?

Ireland is one seventh bog.

This pilgrim’s progress is a mess.

If I keep going I will find out how.

I am my own God anyhow.

Back to the grindstone now.

One thing, go to source.

You’ll find the answer there of course.

Tich Ennis

27th September, 2017

Your Problem

Your problem is you don’t mean what you say.

You know you don’t, you run away.

You may say you meant it at the time.

But you don’t do it, that is your crime.

Why should anyone trust you, once bitten, twice shy.

Truth is not a lie.

Or you may say you only said it, what does that mean?

Nothing at all, does a boy like ice cream?

So you mean nothing at all.

Do my words make you feel small?

Walk tall.

Pretend not to understand if you like, how many wheels has a bike?

Knowing you you may say three.

It looks like two to me.

I don’t believe you, why should I?

Knowing you your answer is a lie.

Some of us mean what we say.

If you say otherwise you’re wrong, good day.

Tich Ennis

26th September, 2017

Love Letter

I thought it would be funny to write a poem called this.

It started with a kiss.

I have no intention whatsoever of writing a love letter although I did when I was a kid.

I stole from Byron, in content and style, why not, she did not run a mile.

She wrote back and she was good at it, that fell apart, mostly my fault.

There is not much gold in my vault.

She was a good singer but did not like to sing.

I’m not much good at it, I do my thing.

Sometimes a line rhymes.

Sometimes within itself or maybe not.

That’s all I’ve got.

Tie your own love knot.

Tich Ennis

17th September, 2017

Strange Prayer

I’d have to be better than God to give up smoking.

Only joking.

I am pretty old but I haven’t given up yet.

Living that is, and the old wine cup, you bet.

Alright, beer, or as I call it, stout.

Am I found out?

Lord make me good but not yet was Saint Augustine’s prayer.

Before he became a saint, I am not there.

To be smoke free would improve my financial position.

Otherwise I am in good condition.

Heal thyself, physician.

To give up would make one or two people glad.

And I would be less mad.

Not bad.

If God is doing the right thing then its up to me.

The rest is history.

Or should I say the past.

I was a trawler fisherman, my years before the mast.

I end in inconsequentiality.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017