the language of profanity, down at
the pub
this tends to be more Irish,
depending on your perspective
taking English and bending it
around concepts
or the other way around depending
on the humour
life punctuated with expletives
but there’s a breed of hoity toity
fuckers
that turn their noses up at
everything
sitting in their comfortable Dublin whatever?
never coming any further north than
Balbriggan
and even then only for funerals and
weddings
profanity something they read about
in rude plays or novels
literature that was often banned
when the PP’s had the upper hand
they’d be cosy with those tramps
even though their day is done
their brand of fascist conservatism
remains..
in denial
.
by Des Donnelly ..written 13.Sept.2014
