Thursday, 26 September 2019

Who Will Cry 4 Thee #Brittania?

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how we feel That we still need your begrudging love after all that we've done 4 U's!

You'z won't believe us, all you can see R migrants you once employed 4 Decades!

Although we're dressed in hand me downs we once played your Yuppie London ExPat Game & then imploded!

At sixes and sevens with everyone I got Mindlessly Savagely #Brexit'ed, I just had to let it happen, I had to change Couldn't keep my life together!

I am now down at heel, looking out of the window, staying out of the sun So we chose Freedom, Liberty & Democracy & running around trying everything 2 impress U, But nothing impressed U at all as we expected it to!

Don't cry for me, Brittania The truth is, I never left you All through these wild #Brexit days, our mad existence I kept my terms & conditions Don't keep your distance And as for fortune, and as for fame they were but passing moments!

Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired They are illusions, they're not the solutions they promised to be The answer was here all the time I love Democracy, and hope you love it too!

Don't cry for me, Brittania I will cry for thee, Brittania, The truth is, I never left you All through my wild days, my mad existence I kept my terms & conditions, Don't keep your distance Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you But all you have to do is look at me to know That every word is true

Tuesday, 3 September 2019

Dreaming the #Brexit Nightmare! :) Hehe?


He dreamed a dream of times gone by when Hope was Nigh & Life worth Squishing,
He dreamed that Gold would never Dive he dreamed that Mammon would B Forgiving,
Now he is old & unafraid & dreams are being exploited there is no ransom payable no song unhung, no wine untarrifed! :) :( LOL & COL

A Very European Irishman in #UK!

I do drink coffee but I prefer tea my dear
I like my toast buttered on any side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm a Peculiar Irishman stuck in Old York

See me walking down Shambles Street
A walking stick here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Irishman disabled in Old York

I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Irishman stuck in Old York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a Very European Irishman quite luckily stuck in Old York Woe-Ho-Oh-Hum

If "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Irishman in Old York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a Very European Irishman in Old York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say
Be yourself no matter what they say
Be yourself no matter what they say
Be yourself no matter what they say
Be yourself no matter what they say...

I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Irishman in Old York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a Very European Irishman in Old York

I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm an Irishman in Old York
I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
I'm a Very European Irishman a Mostly Legal Irishman still stuck in #Brexit'ing #UK! Woe-Oh-Ho-Hum! :)