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An Australian funeral 2024

 An Australian funeral 2024

Urn scattering

Irish ashes

Australian Irish son

Australian Jamaican chief mourner

Pelicans present

The visiting witnesses:

Love

Random assortment of fishermen

Seagulls both native & non

Boaties hosing off their hulls

Nice waving guy

Frenchman who told strange story

Retiring to Funk & Reggae

Herb (Sinsemilla) white rum & okra steamed with salt

Getting deep

Riffing on Tripping

Still despite the fact that I’m tripping you’re tripping they’re tripping

Tripping

Tripping

He’s tripping

She’s tripping

They’re tripping

You’re tripping 

Tripping 

It’s wild

We’re tripping man

etc

Tripping

I’m tripping

I tell ya

Jean-Jacques Rousseau (1742)

“Man is born free

Yet everywhere in chains”

This IS a WELL established fact

Yet still the ignorant are in power

& not solely

Still people pull the chains to their conditionally adjusted above maximul pull

You’re tripping 

They’re tripping 

I’m tripping…

Chief Mourner unable to tell story

Son cackling like a hyena 

Angry neighbour on hands free 

Chief mourner recovers his flow

“I ain’t mad at you”

Delivers vocal trip drop

Coming in hot hot hot

Easy

Rest In Power

Seamus Doyle!

God bless, Dad



Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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