Australian Grave

Australian Grave of blighted hopes
Where deception begets despair
Now I hate your shams and your hollow smiles
And the grins that your people wear


And I want to go back to gods own land
where a smile doesn’t mean a frown
And to where kindness guides
the axe of man in that North of Ireland town


I’ve wondered far, ‘neath the blazing sky
And I have felt the lonely hush
That broods like a thing of eternal doom
Over sun scared waiths of  brush


And I’ve made my bed, ‘neath the ghostly gums
Where the shades of night come down
And I sigh for the breeze that’s blowing there
On my North of Ireland town


I have humped my swag ‘neath the burning scrub
And I’ve padded the hoof out back
with stinted stomach and blistered feet
I stumbled along the track


I’ve shorn sheep in the sweltering shed
‘till the days of the last cut out
And I’ve spent my coin in the wayside pub
With the duffers who sponged about


But lord when the last lone bob had gone
And the tracks spread bare and brown
How I longed for the nooks and streets
Of that North of Ireland town

Out here the girls are laughless
And there old before there time
Like witches they are twenty
In this god forsaken clime




They’re as withered as the gum tree
They’re haggard seared and brown
Unlike the sparkling maidens
In my north of Ireland town


It ‘minds me of my Cookstown lass
I can vision her beauty now
Her hair like the glint of the rippling corns
That waved on her marble brow


No haughty queen on her bronished throne
Wearing gem encrusted crown
Could match the grace of my loy hill maid
In my North of Ireland Town


We used to walk on a summers eve
Along the the road towards Moneymore
And we’d whisper hopes of days to come
With our joys of gift in store


But I never thought that fate would turn
And cast on me her frown
And take me for my colleen dass
In that North of Ireland town


Oh God my father please take me away
from this land of sun and sin
Where instead of a smile on my neighbours face
I see a deceitful grin


And take me back to my own dear land
Among the fields to settle down
And live out the span of my broken life
In this north of Ireland town

Inheritance

Anger is an onager,

backfires in your face

a fog that fills your heart and lungs

and makes you lose your place

It seems my son your flight is booked,

but you've just lost your seat

there'll be one another in a while,

so you'll just have to wait

Feel free to use facilities,

enjoy our food and booze

our sandwiches and mini gins,

your purse you will soon lose

Did we mention our scratch cards?

to charity we give

Fuck of Yoda, no you don't,

so please don't take the piss

'cause talk is cheep and so are we,

but our goods are not

but you're now in the lounge my friend,

$o what choice have you got

We'll fuck them on the beaches,

we'll fuck them on the trains

Because our coin is intellect,

and such folk have no brains

Like robots they will serve us,

we built them after-all

Well not us but out distant kin,

so we've got more, is that a sin?

My grandfather, six times removed

he worked hard for his money

I'm ordained by my gods will,

salute my all and sundry

A haughty Queen or haughty King

stands now within your presence

So bow to me for I'm your lord,

and you but just a peasant

And I myself may ne'er even engage,

with one so low as thee

But I'm a pointless boring cunt,

with guided golden glee

All teeth and tits charisma lacks,

but breeding is the key

If you worked hard for fifty years

and seven centuries-

-Your thievery or industry

or what gave you your edge

will now be called your legacy,

to king and god I pledge

I shall live as thou commands

and I shall feel no shame

I swear it is my duty,

to be someone ordained

Be thankful that I'm godly,

and thus shall suffer you

for it's my lot to endure folk

of whom obscure my view

I can't abide their sleeping bags,

their boxes are so rude

I smell their wreak with my poor eyes,

this species is so crude

So poorly made and lazy,

and not one bit like me

I bet they have no family crest

or noble history

I walk in shoes my kin have bought

not like these poorly shod

How can one expect a roof

or even get a job

Just go take a shower please

and adorn self in suit

If I should even look at you,

you'd spring to life and loot-

-Loot my of my hard earned wealth

and rob me of my boots

But they'd be wasted on such filth

so poorly bred no roots

With pride I wear my history,

my lineage so pure

My servants know their place you see

so silent and demure

You could could learn a lot from them

if you could learn your place

Instead of filth you choose to wear

etched on skin and face

But as I mentioned I am godly,

and so you breath my air

I pray that you have been extinguished,

the next time one is near

For riff raff is as riff raff does,

we need no riff raff here

The only wrath that we require

is gods so clean and clear

So smite them lord and save my eyes,

preserve my sense of smell

Please make it quick as one feels sick

so send them all to hell.