How can I cure your soul?
I don’t know what to say next, wait a minute, Hell is a hole.
You are responsible for your soul, you own it, its yours.
Am I the man with cures?
If you don’t mind my saying it your soul appears to me to be sick.
Would the health service do the trick?
You may ask since when, how do I know?
The Devil told me so.
You allowed yourself to become contaminated, you love it and wallow in your sin.
As a lazy doctor I can only say its time for you to begin.
As a busy doctor I have much to do, fixing your soul is not my only task.
Do it yourself, is that too much to ask?
Sunday, 5th January, 2020
What is philosophy you may well ask?
Am I up to the task?
I don’t pretend to know.
I won’t say I told you so.
Wednesday, 7th August, 2019
I am a one man cartel.
I do not sell.
I am not responsible for sunshine.
That is not mine.
Nor rain, nor snow.
Which are essential, you know.
I did not make Ireland green.
Nor pornography obscene.
Just what am I responsible for, you may ask?
Wait ‘til I fulfil my task.
Then I may say, don’t ask.
If its all the same to you I have other things to do.
Here’s looking at you.
15th May, 2019
Who loves God? Who loves air?
Who loves everywhere?
Who was young and who was old and who told a story ever told?
Who am I and who are you?
Who believes true?
Who loves anything and all?
Who loves love at all?
Who loves and wonders why we die?
Who is a fool like I?
Who asks a question and awaits an answer?
Who is now and always was a chancer?
Who was a dancer?
Who loves day and who loves night?
Who loves more or less alright?
Who says that will do?
Who loves you?
Who says must I always ask?
Who says when will I fulfil my task?
Who says wait and see?
Who but me?
13th March, 2019