Where to look? Where to hide?
Is there no debt relief on this roller coaster ride?
It was fun while it lasted, it has to be said,
An intoxicating garden path, we were willing to be led.
Another round barman the champagne’s on tap,
A five-star hotel and a dancer on the lap.
It’s true that a mink can not be understated
And a private helicopter is never overrated.
Got the hair, make-up, nails and clobber to beat the band
An easy few cards will win the next hand.
But when you think of it, that life was never our bed,
We Irish are much more at home doing guilt, hardship and dread.
Go ahead, take away that happiness, energy and fun
I don’t want that auld hummer anymore, I’m done.
And take the villa in Spain and the yacht while you’re at it,
I never did take to that posh sailing racket.
You can keep your designer rugs, clothes and shoes,
My good old Aran sweater is the best thing to choose.
I must now look for the light, a God or the Dalai-lama
Since it looks like my baby’s first word will be Nama not Mama.
The economics of this is enough to befuddle
Oh please Ajai Chopra, give us a cuddle.
But whatever I have, take it all I don’t care
We’ll live off our wits, watch if you dare.
I wrote this little piece as a nod to the excellent Joseph O’Connor, who writes so wonderfully and has a great column on RTE Radio 1′s Drive Time every Wednesday.
