in the old days
they trembled for fear of the
parish priest
that he might coming storming in
full of ire serving up damnation
for something said or something
supported
The Struggle ended that as well...
and so evolved the language of st vincent de paul
full of dishonest platitudes
the fuckers stabbing you in the
back at the first opportunity
help everybody tell nobody or vice
versa
entropy on a country-wide scale
that did not get us far
but about 2 million left
thus freeing up some cubicles
for those being lined up to get
fucked by the catholic church
an event brought to you in
association with
the government of Ireland
there was a good bit of the cattle
prod in this process
we hear more about it every year
the weak got prayed/preyed upon
they are not called the weak for
nothing
thus they attract the attention of the
flies of society
I was schooled by the christian
brothers myself
I can attest that they were
cunts of the highest order
--
by Des Donnelly ..written 5.Sept.2014
Note.. language here is never straightforward, people are often / usually not saying what they mean, you have to scratch at it to get that, Ireland is famous for it. This is the first poem in a series playing upon the various 'languages' we use ourselves.
Profanity here (in Ireland) is used like diacritical marks in French, sometimes there is no substitute for a word of that flavour.. :-)
.
