Ireland used to be west of
England, now we are east
of America.

As for the EU, we have
retained our feet & inches,
but coffee is midway between
tepid water and stained cups.

Our weather is worse, but,
enjoy, and, have a nice day,
helped make meteorological
forecasts, less, of a national
irrational.

Food evolvement is an antonym
of palatial development.

Greed has replaced need and
time is no longer measured by
tick tock, no latter, just tick tick.

Waste not want not, suggests
by the filth one finds on the
roadside, that poverty has
been completely eradicated.

We are a ***** nation and now
that I am back, all I missed in
my absence, were the Crows.

Ps.

The effect of this poem on me
personally, will be no different
than a blind man throwing a
Boomerang at himself.