On a day when the Seanad was saved (just) and why demolish a house because the occupants sleep too much. Anyway it brings me to a poem I wrote about watchdogs and their peculiarities.
Invested
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The old hat was
De rigueur
And the coat
Turned.
You cut to the
Right side
Down to the
Lisp belt
And the
Freudian
Slip.
All that navel gazing
Was for the birds
And the egocentric
Type.
Me, me, me,
And the world
Their couch.
Till you're down
To brass plaques
And the watchdogs
That bark for their
Dinner!
Frank Murphy.
2 comments:
Nice one Frank. Didn't make it last thursday, long story. Cover on the book look great.
Sheriff
There's a story on that!
FM
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