Livin on a warm floor
Gettin no bed sores
Taking time from drinkin
Tryin to do some thinkin
Livin in the slow lane
Recession turns us all the same
Governments are panicking
Candlelights are flickering
Wake up now and see somehow
That the only thing you ever need
Is keeping sweet the hand that feeds
Tired of drinkin coffee
That burnt sienna melody
Charmin off my underpants
Lookin [...]
Its cold inside this heart of mine
When drink and drugs are taken
Its not a place for lovely days
When good habits are forsaken
Its hard to keep my mind on track
When my chest is too quick beating
My demeanour is not full of mirth
And honest ways are fleeting
Its not a time for assuredness
When the cocaine dives inside me
Intelligence [...]
Stock takin
Law makin
Hold my balls they aint goin breakin
Full Fakin
Poise shakin
The wild imaginings of the hot Irish soul
Pause in quiet defiance
Marvelling at the oblique slash
Of Beauty
That airplane streaks across
The wide open sky
The cathartic
Setting sun
I am an Irish poet living in Australia for now - I love jam on cheese, sand in my undies, smelling the sweat of my loins, hearing the sound two birds mating. I am a paradoxical oxymoron, a cunning linguist, an obvious feicer, a stab in the dark. I have drunk myself dry and run myself ragged. I am as catchy as a fist in the groin. I am here to fill you with my thoughts and stories. I have recently, after a long wild enjoyable rollercoaster, given up drinking. If you ever have the inclination to do the same then read more or contact me. If all else fails, you better try something different. I am the Sober Paddy
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