my heart hurts for you like something real
not like all the fake ******* we went through
and i'm sorry i wasn't there
it's not that i couldn't be
i just wasn't
and i won't forgive myself
and i want you back
i miss you all of the time
i think of you always
you are my muse
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you
when i'm sitting alone in my room in the middle of the night
when i see something beautiful
when my heart beats faster
when i listen to music
when i do something bad
when i need confidence
when i walk alone
how can i face the world without you baby girl
how can i take in any beauty without you here
you brightened the world
and it's bogues
rest in paradise they say
i miss you when ever i'm happy
and sad
and ****** the *******

Silent little hotel room
White sheets, brown the desk
My boys went fishing yesterday
Quiet is often best

My boys went fishing yesterday
I read Moby ****
My grandmother was Irish
Mugsy Bogues was quick

Yes, I like to travel
Stockholm in the sun
Helsinki has the harbor
Chicago has the gun

I have loneliness
But now I have a car
Susan Darlene Meek
I wonder how you are?

              Irish bars

In the forest, just past
Jack Daw’s place there
are a cluster of trees
next to the Crow Bar.

It can be a bit noisy at
night especially when
the Caw Bogues and
Prechains are there.

Raven up till all hours
and then they go and
perch without a thought
for anyone else in the tree.

Those who went home
early and took the lower
branches are shat upon all
night, hence Rook Bottom!






Ps Irish words
          /
Prechain (preycawn)= Crow
        /
Cabog  (cawbogue)= Fcukin Eejit