Peaceful is a valley or a peak depending on whether it is about to be kicked up a hill or down a hill.
A skull with a bag for a body,
It won’t survive the winter,
If it got any thinner it might snap if I didn’t step over.
I give it a euro if I’m on a date
Careful not to touch it
Just like I drop money in a bucket on my way to spend my wages on landfill.
One per cent at the top
One per cent in the bag
One per cent of what you spend on christmas decorations
One per cent spent on public service art installations
Find a few quid from somewhere to fix what’s forgotten by welfare
It can’t cope in the world forced upon it,
When they decided you can’t do just what you wanna
Because somebody else likes it peaceful
Spending on anything other than people.
I wrote this because I probably felt a bit guilty, the other day I went to one of the few old school Dublin fry up spots left in a changing city for my lunch.
Tenner for a fry so big I couldn’t eat my dinner 7 hours later. Couldn’t finish my work for the day because I was too bloated.
Anyway this fry shop is on a street that any bus that travelled up the Malahide road to town would stop on but doesn’t anymore. It’s just full of sleeping bags and peoples skulls wrapped in skin. Where I was working there was two tents beside the entrance just off o Connell street. I seen two people shaking a man who looked dead, asleep at a postbox on abbey street. On my way back from breakfast he was trying to get to his feet but couldn’t. They were probably trying to move him from the front of their business or checking if he was ok, who knows.
I didn’t stop, hardly anybody did. In too much of a hurry. Went into the bookies, two lads I work with were putting on accumulators, I don’t bet so I just stood in the middle of the bookies looking at the sad acts in the bookies then I looked out the glass panel in the bookies door and I could see two addicts having a chat, like me ma would have a chat with a neighbour or friend she came across while walking through a super market _ just like real people having a chat and I realised we don’t even see them as humans anymore.
I went back to the job I was working on, it was a public service office we were doing construction in, their canteen had a cool coffee machine and we all sat on the rather comfortable seats and had a coffee before going back to work because we were all too full from the fry. It lashed rain when I finished work I cycled by them all again in my top quality rain gear, on my top quality bike in my top quality country.
Last edited by BDI; 03-11-2019 at 17:23.