The chimes on the BBC are fake, can you believe anything you hear?
Maybe next year.
They are a mere recording, not the real thing.
Has England a queen or a king?
Must I doubt my sanity, where is reality?
Only in hints and whispers, ask your sisters.
I know the BBC is rather good, its better than nothing and at other times as useful as touching wood.
The real news is almost everything is fake, made by people, dare I say it, on the make.
How much truth can you take?
I want no substitute, don’t give me plastic fantastic.
The opposite of the truth is drastic.
I’m rather old, so what, I see through you lot.
No, I should not be shot.
Truth is all we’ve got.
The rest is rot.
Why did it take so long for me to sing my song?
You fooled me, I was wrong.
I believe in science and know how and a man behind a plough.
I don’t believe in nothing, anyhow.
I don’t believe you and your lies.
Get wise.
Whoever you are, I know you rule the roost, what you say goes.
I hold my nose.
Some of you mean well I know and some of you are good.
I won’t consign you all to Hell for good.
You know the truth, you know it very well.
I feel like saying go to Hell.
Just one word, I don’t need to say it, you make it here.
Hell, that is, so disappear.
Forget half hearted measures and half truths, when I buy milk I want a pint, the same when I buy stout.
The truth will find you out.
Find me behind a pint of stout.
You corrupt children, have you no sense?
Its not all about pounds and pence.
Or your self esteem and any other dream.
Give a kid ice cream.
Why should I work it out for you, you make me sick.
Life is not and should not be a dirty trick.
I could say more, I won’t test your short attention span.
You will hear more from this old Irishman.
I don’t want to live in lies, I just want to live.
Look up the word forgive.
I could go on forever and people like me will, mostly in despair.
Give us fresh air.
Don’t judge me for what I did not say.
Liars, go away.
When will I say you’ve had your day?
Putting yourself first is the law by which you’re cursed.
Rather than what you do.
I feel like I’m speaking to a child of two.
I speak to you.
If you want more go on as before.
Who or what do you adore?
Break your mirror on the floor.
Must I go on writing endless rhymes?
Until real Big Ben chimes.
I love poetry, friendship, jokes, if you don’t want to understand you won’t.
Obviously you don’t.
That’s why I speak.
I am Irish, I live now, I am not an ancient Greek.
See you next week.
May your words be real and mean what they say.
Good day.
I don’t want to be merely tolerated.
That is second best to being hated.
I have more to say, I said some of it here.
I look forward to a beer.
As I said, I can’t go on forever.
What about you, never?
Or hardly ever?
I said I don’t condemn you all, you know who you are and so do we.
Set truth free.
If I am mad who drove me there?
People who don’t care.
I dispute that I am mad, the boot is on the other foot.
My words burned make soot.
Mad things are done by madmen, who drove them mad?
May they be happy, may they not be sad.
Others are mad for power, putting themselves first.
Land of the cursed.
I know I have not said it all.
I’d rather kick a ball.
That’s why I say set us free.
Including me.
If I could say it all in one word or two those words would be truth and love.
May they mean something to you.
They do if you do.
Its all about love and truth.
Ask a child, or failing that, a youth.
Why should I say it all when you already know?
Tell yourself I told you so.
Big Ben is bonkers while I’m at it, and so is ceremony and pomp.
See children romp.
May I add a touch of humour?
Love is not a rumour.
I am sorry for telling you what you know.
I am old but still have time to go.
Preaching to the converted is a waste of time.
Be that as it may I end my rhyme.
Tich Ennis
Tuesday, 14th January, 2020