When you give things away free people waste them like the air, the land, the sea.
Do you agree?
They treat them like dirt, who gets hurt?
All, each and everyone.
What price the Sun?
Your life of course is free.
To be or not to be.
To waste or not to waste.
Food had taste.
Enjoy whats left while its there.
Fresh air.
Tich Ennis
Monday, 6th April, 2020
You’re well off out of it, its all rubbish here.
Nothing tastes the way it should, even beer.
Politicians talking rubbish all the time, quite a lot of horrible crime.
It looks like things are getting worse and worse, nothing would surprise you now, babies curse.
Someday I will join you or some night.
Everything is wrong here, nothing’s right.
With very few exceptions everyone is mad.
More or less nothing makes me glad.
There are some happy people, such as Joe.
And Bridget who I love, I go.
Tich Ennis
Saturday, 7th March, 2020
While I may not be the biggest fan of boy bands I’ve got to admit they made money.
Being funny.
They can’t sing.
That’s not their thing.
Some can more or less dance and sing or not at all.
Up against the wall.
They have looks, is that all you need?
Strange world indeed.
When does a boy become a man?
When he can.
Is a child’s taste developed, no.
Who told you so?
The Vienna Boy’s choir can do it.
There’s something to it.
I suppose sooner or later I must stop, I wish they would too.
Do you?
What is done only for money stinks, that’s why they’re so bad.
The world is mad.
Some are sane.
They are in pain.
Fake on the make, must I explain?
Throw your records down the drain.
Give me a singer who can sing.
The real thing.
Fake star.
That’s what you are.
I mean what I say, when you do let me know.
Go.
Tich Ennis
Friday, 17th January, 2020
You can’t blame others for how you are, that’s for sure.
All things are pure to the pure.
How do I fit into this jigsaw puzzle?
Does your dog require a muzzle?
I had a dog and cat once upon a time and more than one or two.
I played with mine, do you?
Now I more or less live alone.
Me, my radio, my computer and my phone.
I write and write and write, alright.
I write day and night.
I have not got much appetite.
I like food when it has good taste.
I hope the Earth will not be laid to waste.
And that my writing is to your taste.
Tich Ennis
29th August, 2017
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