So many years spent, So many days and nights lent
What is your wonder, your attraction and allure?
So much history and mystery here and I’m sure
That you were never like you are now before
Everyday more come from Europe and the states
To photograph your supposedly beautiful traits,
The gates of the Guinness brewery, Molly Malone
And Temple Bar, people drunk and singing songs.
To all others we are known as drunkards and poets,
Penniless workers owning only shovels and spade,
Who drink when the day’s over or disappear to Americay.
Our men never cry and our women are brave......
But this oul shit of Heaney and Yeats is long gone now.
Now we drink latte and cappuccino, watch the BBC and Lost
We sold our culture to gift shops, who sell it at a high cost.
AM-ENGL-RISH is what we are now;
A dodgy mess caused by moneys destructive fucking disastrous control over us all.
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