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'Politicans in Ireland talk a load of Shite'

Politicans in Ireland talk a load of shite
They call to your door at election times
Promising you everything in life
You listen attentatively and give them your time
And eventually you give them your vote
They return to the Dail and start to fight
Only because they all think their right
Politicans in Ireland talk a load of shite.

Ireland,it just does'nt seem right
People are starting to worry were they right to vote
They voted Fianne Fail, who have a gall
Because they can't get it right
The taoiseacht at the time
Was busy hidding money,with his past bunny
Only to be found out
So carful were his answers
That it came to light
That Celia bought a beauty parlour
Just to look right
Politicans in Ireland talk a load of shite

The Tribunal for him won't be a win
So he may give up his fight
He has lost all his credability by acting the goat
Funny thing is, he still got your vote
Politicans in Ireland talk a load of shite

I don't like to complain but Bertie should explain
How much pain he has caused for his own gain
You had a responability to this nation
And remember have no notion
Or you would be better off taking a poison potion
Than pushing a posion pen
Politicans in Ireland talk a load of shite

We are a very forgiving Nation,Tolerable one too
So don't be worring Bertie as Mary is doing it too
Her health is not the best,neither is mine
I guess she's filling her pockets with Bertie in mind
Sure Charlie did it for years with no one in mind
So don't be worring Bertie
We all have you on our minds!
Politicans in Ireland talk a load of shite.

There once was a time in my past
Where the money i earned seemed to last
I asked the question if i could afford
To sponsor a child overseas abroad

Queries were made an things set in motion
I chose a child from an african nation
A country torn apart by war an poverty
A little bit of help to change his destiny

For a few years i procured the cause
Hoping it would open some doors
Sometimes extra gifts were made
A goat some chickens for eggs to lay

When things in my life turned upside down
I decided with regret to cancel the plan
I often think about that african boy
An hope for a period of time he had some joy

I envision a time when the worlds wealth is shared
Between all the people who need to be cared
Everybody deserves a quality of life
If only to keep them from hungers knife

I WISH I COULD ALWAYS BE IN A STATE OF GRACE, BUT THATS NOT HOW THE WORLD WORKS!IT IS FILLED FOR THE MOST PART WITH MEANINGLESS JERKS!I WISH EVERYONE WOULD TREAT EACH OTHER NICE,BUT YOU SEE THEM EVERY WEEK WITH A BIG SMILE, AS THEY EXIT THEIR CHURCH,BUT THEN,THE REST OF THE WEEK; THAT SMILE TURNS TO ICE!WISHING IS A GOOD START, BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STRIVE TO MAKE IT, A REALITY!I PERSONALLY WISH THAT NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER EXPERIENCE; A BROKEN HEART!

I hear a loud 'boom' from afar
Every gun fired makes me quiver
Soldiers running so confused helta skelta
Their shouts coming to me as mere whispers.

Back in the cave,i lean against the wall
With every gun blast,i watch another soldier fall
Wimpering in pain,the wounded crawl
Clothed in blood & sweat,always stumbled upon.

A pen on a paper!
What a mysterious combination
Houses turning to rubbles
Housewives quickly become widows.

These soldiers all died before they came
And now at the war front,they'll die again
Praying the enemy misses his aim
But in a flash,they walk through hell's gate.

Wars don't start on the battlefield
They start with a pen & a paper
A pact
Through which the good,bad & ugly are killed
To them,life is worth a few dollars
But please,help me tell them we are tired
Show them the destruction caused each time their pen hits that paper.

i want to hear in my iEar
i will wander on my iFeet
i can think with my iMind
endlessly iTalk until iRepeat

the best iWay to iGo iKnow
iStart, iWork, through my iDay
after hard iToil, iSlow...so
at night iLike iRest and iPlay

my iFriends iSee because
we view our iLives to iMax
they're iPeople, like iMe
so we iHangout to iRelax

iScreen between what iWant
though iLaughter is iBest
and what iNeed to iSucceed
iNever would have iGuessed

with my iCell i'M never iLone
always amorous of next iFad
i store iStuff, never iNough
what iThought i wanted, i had

wanting some iLove from iYou
and iCard filled with iDough
only what i'M entitled to
to help me as an iPerson iGrow

can iHelp you to understand?
can my iLife be understood?
do i even know my own iSoul?
did i ever iBelieve iCould?

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-04

She came here to a land so cold,
Searching for those streets of gold,
From friends and family she went away,
It is such a heavy price to pay,
A strange land and a language new,
The thoughts of home make her feel blue,
The feeling of loss in her heart it burns,
She prays for the day when she returns.

We
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
when what we need
only exists
within Foreign lands
a little Peace
for our kids
we
can no longer
Live
in the land
of our birth
where to Live in Peace
is an illusion
broken
by the pain
of seeing pieces
of woman and Children
scatterd upon
this once beutiful land
by those
WHO have been trained
to spread the pain
to break the Peace
we once held
within

Be exactly who you want to be,
Do what you want to do.
I am he, and she is she.
But.....
You're the only you!!

How is it how you interact
Can you communicate with ease
Can you deliver what you want known
Or do you just freeze

Do you have a silver tongue
That sneaks behind their guard
An loosens up their credibility
An opens up their heart

Be it the old lady down the road
Or the kid behind the counter
Can you treat both the same
An enjoy the banter

What about the aggro dude
Who's so into himself
Or maybe the ordinary girl
Whose confidence is on the shelf

What about the drunk
Whose life is somewhere lost
Or the rich fella in the suit
Who never wonders about the cost

Be it black white yellow or green
I dont really care
As long as i have interaction
Then communication i"ll share

For everyone has something to offer
No matter how it is portrayed
The value of such does differ
A long as the genuiness is paid

Paid by respect to whats on offer
Simple vision an simple terms
A nod a wink an honest smile
An conversation looms

Trapped I am, trapped I've been,
Trapped again like you never seen,
Dead end job, nine to five,
I do what I can to try to survive.

I'm working class I'd always thought,
Better yourself I was now being taught,
Better yourself and you won't look back,
Gain new knowledge that you know you lack.

They never told me of the price I'd pay,
Losing friends as I moved away,
Away from all I was sure I knew,
Insecure I rapidly grew.

I don't know where I now belong,
For what felt right sure now feels wrong,
For working class I've had too much school,
For academia I'm just a fool.

For a better life I got a fleeting taste,
But as time moved on I've been laid to waste,
My life's imploded like shattered glass,
Who were the fooling I'm working class.

It's cruel, as cruel, as cruel can be,
To get a glimpse of what I could be,
I can't help myself for I must use my head,
I fear that i become again the brain dead.