"cnoc" poems
The dork just stood there, Man!
Peeling back his mask
Then folding it back down again.
What a chancer!
Breaking in klangers;
Tip toeing through hoops;
Belching on tap;
Crapping on sand paper;
Bleaching hot tap,
With water-eye presentation
Flown from afar
In the cargo hold for Mr. Black,
Mount Nero;
Cnoc Dubh.
What's the fuzz?
what's the craic?
Let him have it
In 2's and 3's
End of:
'Life's a breeze'
Corporate jingomuggery
Daylight shrubbery
Catchall quantum thuggery
"Put him back in the hold"
Goodbye Mr.Black,
Mount Nero;
Cnoc Dubh.
What's the craic?
What the fuzz?
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 3:12 AM UTC