Tag Archives: Money

Unknown Man

I am the world famous unknown man.

If this is rubbish then it is God’s plan.

Why does my brother give everything away?

Everything I sing or do or say.

Is it possible to live without money?

What comedian is not funny?

Okay bee, make honey.

Tich Ennis

24th December, 2017


Fancy Free

Money and me are passing acquaintances, money is fancy free.

I borrow from a friend to bring music to you.

You and you and you and me too.

Artists only buy from each other an artist said.

Are we all artists before we’re dead?

I wrote a book, I sang a song, how long, oh Lord, how long?

For a joke God made a money tree.

I sit under the apple tree.

My pockets are empty, can’t you see?

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

Advanced Years

Just when I get too old good art exhibitions come here.

Caravaggio and Vermeer.

The world is becoming a smaller place.

It knows its place in outer space.

So, what should I do?

I have a free bus ticket too.

I suppose I should go.

The real thing is what I want to know.

Money is dead and gone.

I live on.

Maybe not too old.

I want real gold.

Should I, as a book selling barrow boy shouted, get culture before the cataclysm?

Or maybe that was the catechism.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017


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.


Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017


Quantum Computing

When it comes it comes, if it does.

Who will own it, the big boys because?

Will it serve a good use or let Hell loose?

Well both, I suppose.

Heaven only knows.

All that power, holy hour!

For good or bad or sane or mad.

The uranium atom is more or less the same.

To kill or cure, which is your game?

They are absolutely not the same.

Who to shame or blame?

In whose name?

Yours or mine?

May hearts entwine.

Life is a glass of wine.

Tich Ennis

26th May, 2017

Age Of Uncertainty

We can’t be sure of anything now, why should we, anyhow?

The markets love stability, hard luck.

Our crystal ball has turned to muck.

We trade stability for fragility.

Should we stand still or climb a hill?

A child grows up and changes all the time.

Change is no crime.

If you want certainty try jail.

Who will pay your bail?

Tich Ennis

19th April, 2017


Okay, you’ve had your say in a word or two.

You are, you seem to think, the man who knows what to do.

Apparently some others think so too.

Yeah, well, pull the other one, mister strongman big brain rich.

Do you care about the people living in a ditch?

They could move into a luxury hotel.

Before you bring us all to Hell.

Oh well.

Tich Ennis

15th April, 2017