Oh Transparent Fried Egg!!

Arda (sic) asked me to post to her page so I decided to "publish" some poetry. If you would like to read more stuff written by me to fill up the long lonely hours between episodes of "shaft" "Startkey and Hutch" and "The A-team" feel free to go to

http://homepages.iol.ie/~mullent/

OH TRANSPARENT FRIED EGG!

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Transparent Fried Egg.

oh transparent fried egg,

who weeps for you?

who?

when your blood runs red

redder than the sea

who weeps for you?

who?

-Rory Donegan

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Shampoo and Conditioner (in 1) of Death.


Hey Man!
I'm making moves,
and I am so much stronger than you,
I am so much stronger
Everybody thinks the way that we thought,
We thought ahead and look what we got,
I did not invent this world,
Call my words a string of pearls,
And you will find
The sea,
Loses all it's Lustre.
-Lorraine Keating

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An Ode to Sutty


I gave my love a penny,
A penny to my love
But
Rejection
Brutal Rejection
Why?
Why must my love reject me
Why must I be locked up
oH! I yearn for those leather
clad Nights
when
alone I lie in my cell
dank and
Dreary.
-Jonathan Cummins

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Vanishing Point.


You see me?
You see me man?
On your street corner
in your ghetto
you better watch
Your
Back
or you'll end up with a cap
Up Your Ass
Or worse
-Zoe Davis.

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THE LESBIAN SEA-GULL.


Fly free, Sea-Gull of my forbidden love,
And embrace
The warm wings of your partner
Her love is like
The thermal updrafts you ride
to freedom
fly Away, fly free
With no worries, Spirit Unbroken
and your partner's beak
For Arousal
-Kerrie Sutcliffe..

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KELKIN POP-CORN
Herpes?

Syphilis?

All fall in the shadow of the evil

known as tv.

More people are known

to die in ruin

or at least in soul

especially beautiful

little Cantonese girls with bows in their hair.

Only the great utopia's survive without it,

Banana, Cuba, and Korea.

not tied to the chains of high-cholesterol fatty popcorn snack foods

and deadening conversation.

in the end what more does a soul need than a good

lozenge.

-Ciarain Fortune,

(Angry, angry young man.)

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BLUE ELECTRO-MAGNETIC CARPET
O! If this carpet could talk, what would it say,
It would tell a tale
tall and true
of deeds done, bold and true.
In days of old
and nights were bold
and toilets weren't invented.
You'd dump your load in the middle of the road
and go off quite contended.



A lady would come and see what you'd done,
and say:
"OH! how disgusting!"
Though she'd really be thinking
"I bet he's a minx in bed!"
And she'd return to her mundane life,
and her tangential
ELECTRO BLUE CARPET.

-Paul Mitchell