Snapshot of a Mayo bar

FinsburyParkCarrots

Okey dokey.

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my father drank himself to death....
it started in dublin
but soon he was fumblin through hell
I helped him....held him.....
and I know the drinker's drink
I knew my father once....
when he was a monaghan boy...
at Brigid's or Hugh's.....or Jack's....
but all I got back was a stupid poem....
he roamed thru hell with me at his side
I was his pride and his joy
no, not a boy
a gril.....and the pills they made him swallow
as I sank in Madrid....
it's just what he did....
Bridey's.....cat got your tongue
I knew him when he was young...
my father got rolled out...of bars....
he's the man from mars
the man on the moon....
the little prince
he drinks now
somewhere......
God, I loved him....
and I had to listen to Hugh Og....and Niall....
and all of them go on about Joyce and Brit Pop....
when I couldn't give a fuk
in my leather pants.....
(are you famous?)
we'd go to sandymount to the recycling place
so the scars would leave no trace
on my mother
the poor unfortunate fukker.....
I'll dance on her grave
and take grave exception
to any defection from
my father....
Larry - The Man.....
God I love him still....
rosy cheeks that my child has now....
fukkin cow
my mother.....
I'd rather slather at the gates of Hell
than wish her well...
wishing well dreams for you, son.....
children of my heart....
it's a good start....
ya fat old fart