They fuck you up, those who seem great,
And do so while you’re on your knees,
They leave you nothing on your plate,
Their class is a social disease.
But they’re determined, in their way,
By forces beyond their control,
To grind you down each live-long day,
Then count the pennies that they stole.
Class hands on misery to class,
This our clear and certain fate,
You’re stuck there in your huddled mass,
Till one big union makes us great.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
It seems that our worst fears were true
But deep down I think we all knew,
But I’m sure you’ll agree,
That some kind of plan B,
Was really the least they could do.
John Moynes
(Laura Hutton/Photocall Ireland)
A wealthy young fellow, Jamie,
Thinks it’s time that you sold your TV,
And spent all the money,
On quail dipped in honey,
And feasted like the bourgeoisie.
John Moynes
(Leon Farrell/Photocall ireland)
It’s one hundred years since Big Jim,
Got the workers to stand behind him,
Today we get whines,
About Miley’s Blurred Lines,
And that’s why we sink and not swim.
John Moynes
(VMA)
This morning we’ve discovered that,
Ben Affleck will soon play the Bat,
And who should they pick,
As his plucky sidekick?
None other than his buddy Matt.
John Moynes
Montage: Screencrush
Some blamed the gay lobby, but no,
It seems that God showed up and so,
It became clear to Ben,
That the time had come when,
He should give back the keys and just go.
John Moynes
(Getty)
Is Vincent just settling a score,
With Denis who owns more and more,
Of the media scene?
Oh let’s just come clean,
The whole thing’s a terrible bore.
John Moynes
(Sasko Lazarov/Photocall Ireland)
One thing that each gentleman knows,
Is that TV’s no place to propose,
That said it’s one way,
To stop Daithí O Sé,
From getting his hands on your Rose.
John Moynes
(RTE)
Have you heard of this new online game?
Where everyone tries to defame,
An innocent kid,
‘Cause heaven forbid,
She escapes a whole lifetime of shame.
John Moynes
Pic Meath Chronicle
In Stormont they just will not cease,
The lucrative process of peace,
While they’re filling their days,
With talk of the Maze,
Outside the mobs fight the police.
John Moynes
(BBC/Breaking news.ie)
