Poem - The Languages Of Ireland

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

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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.. :-)

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