Where is the weight..
of what you do
of what you are
are you a fall-over pseudo zionist motherfucker
acquising killing all
then you are not of Irish,
you do not belong,
begone..
down the road
trival contracts for trivial politicians
pay a few Euro each, even just kill their ego / the skells
skells = skeletons those of no consequence
liars cheat thieves
et al
a come stain on the trousers of Ireland.. scum..
Micheal Martin the ultimate prick
Simon Harris right behind him...
Bend over Micheal / Simon (interchangeable)
Poetry from Des Donnelly - Irish poet born 1955, Co. Tyrone, north Ireland. Still writing.