Choose early rising,
Choose welfare despising,
Choose busting your hump,
For a decreasing lump,
Choose rent over food,
Choose ‘not in the mood’,
Choose scared to get sick,
‘Cause the boss is a prick,
Choose ‘it’s the position redundant’,
When they lay off your soul,
Early risers in Clerys,
What a kick in the hole,
Choose loyalty to master,
He’ll fire you faster,
Choose loans for students,
So fiscally prudent,
To keep them in hoc,
Servants to bankers,
Slaves to the clock,
Choose fleeing this kip,
On a one way trip,
Like millions before you,
This country abhors you,
Choose lying in piss,
On trolley or list,
Your gaff they will steal,
And call it Fair Deal,
Choose knowing but lying,
Early mornings don’t matter,
Your toil kills you quicker,
To make the 1% fatter.
Martin McMahon
Martin blogs at Ramshorne Republic.
Pic: Louise McSharry
Choose not to publish
Worthless doggerel
That doesn’t inspire
And doesn’t rhyme
Nice photo though
+1 moody
The fat cat sat in the mat.
And 3 Quango Boards
Choose lying in piss? I mean, seriously?
Couldn’t agree more … spoiled my morning. (Seriously.)
Your opinion of this poem is clearly going to be influenced by where you stand on the ‘early riser’ spectrum.
If you were one of the kids giving out about the wildcat bus strike a few weeks ago cause it disrupted your commute to your kind-of-awesome IT job which just about covers your rent, then your eyes will instinctively turn skywards..
If you found Leo’s ‘early risers’ comment repulsive, then you’ll probably be a bit more appreciative.
Social solidarity is only cool if it’s in the US, when Bernie does it, it’s not for here.
Depressingly brilliant as a state of a affairs.
Depressingly unoriginal in terms of structure.
Poems don’t have to rhyme.
Excellently candid poem, Martin, as was ‘It’ that was posted on BS a couple of months ago.
Beautiful accompanying picture.
Choose a ’90s cult movie, rip off its famous voiceover, apply it to Irish govt. rhetoric, make it rhyme, and you have a terrible, unoriginal “poem”.
The happy campers are out in force this morn…
Yeah! Take that, Goverment.
*Government cowers in fear of radical ‘poetry’
Choose being a broadsheet comment troll
‘Cause ur blueshirt alt right
With no brains at all.
Better to have had brains and lost
Than never to had any at all
Choose Hurling
where’s that bit
for the day that’s in it like
I nearly did some hurling yesterday but the alka seltzer sorted me out.
‘heard there was a fair view lads sick as a gastro ward alright
No one cares about stickfighting or bog ball
Gotcha
I have ya now
Ya bollix ya
You don’t talk like that when you’re wi’yer own crowd
Just pulling at your ould geansai there Frillbot
Sure in sufferin jaysus like tat was a grate oul win for d rebels all de same like
well
it got you up early this morning