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Buy a thirsty poet a drink, ya gobshite!

 

Buy a thirsty poet a drink, ya gobshite!


Prices of alcohol 

& in particular drinking out

& the prices of cigarettes 

In this country 

Are outrageously high

The only people who can

Afford to drink out

Are the fuhrers (German word for leaders)

those who don’t pay for it

They claim it on tax

This kind of tax is what Economics calls a regressive tax


Which means it most impacts the poor

Comparative to their earnings

Clear so far?!


It is designed to keep people at home

Isolated & desperate 

& incapable of participating in the living culture of the nation

Disguised as a ‘Health Initiative’

Drinking on ‘the street’

Is a ‘crime’

As the Aboriginals of St Kilda & Collingwood 

& many other towns

Across the country well know 

The property developers saw to that


It is a disgrace

All designed so we live to a 100


In a mental state of severe depression 

& impotent rage

Doped up on synthetic pharmaceuticals 

Which don’t work 

Spending the last 30 years of our lives

In an underresourced old folks home

Unvisited & forgotten 


If ur poor & marginalised

You don’t want to live that long

That’s for fuckin sure


Exhausted by the ‘dry argument’

You beg, homeless for a feckin drink!

& the ‘moral police’ citizenry

Who leave you penniless 

feigning to ‘care’

More about you

Than you do

As we well know,

They treat their pets a lot better

Than their fellow man


Don’t get me wrong

I love animals

Invariably they’re the only one who get it’


An unsavoury note to finish on:

Hitler murdered 6 million Jews*

plus many ‘miscellaneous’ others —

Queers, Seventh Day Adventists, ‘Gypsys’, the Disabled, in short, “degenerates”, I apologise to those whose ancestors I have currently forgotten, conscientious objectors, intellectuals who didn’t have the wherewithal to escape.



But he loved his dogs




Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.


*source Encyclopaedia Britannica 


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