Unease
Unease
You see the illusions
Of the demented mind
Whining like a victum
When he is the perpetrator of the crime
I wonder if they see
How crazy they appear to be
Or do they wander inside their distorted minds
Blaming their own ignorance on others brilliant kinds
Whine whine whine
Why do they
Trumpists and gods poets
Why oh why the deceit and being unkind?
I take my wine with Jesus
St Patrick and the divine
After a few I used the plural
When the devil is but one with no rhyme
With Cork and Kerry
The Celtic poets get merry
Ignoring the ones lacking merriment and rum
Bitterness blaming no talent on others shun
Digging deep into Jewish bones
The ignorant lack the light and must be shown
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