I want to assemble a group of chucklebutts and stumblebums to make Arklow great again.
Some of them know more than me, although that seems impossible, and aren’t even men.
One, a boy of fourteen if he’s a day does not love school but has things to say.
His father seems alright, not uptight, dislikes his son truanting from school, he is ok anyway.
One or two women would be alright, we could talk all night.
When will we get things right?
Uptight and outa sight.
Will saner heads prevail?
Have they seen the inside of a jail?
We cannot fail.
Ask one who knows how to grow a rose.
Scent comes and goes.
It stays on your clothes.
Value your nose.
Do I invalidate myself by being funny?
One thing’s for sure, I’m not in it for the money.
If I was, I amn’t making any.
Have you got a penny?
30th May, 2019