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Best Poems From
MICHAEL MICMAC MCCRORY
(25/01/1954)
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'Practising My Art'
What is it?
What do you want?
Where are you taking me?
When did I get here?
How do I know your white coats are for real?
Am I real?
What did you say?
Your taking me to the nut house
What type of nuts?
I think I may be allergic to nuts
A home for mentals
For madmen like me you say
Your treatment is making me mad
Why am I wearing a white jacket?
I dont like white
Blue suits me
Have you got it in blue?
Why am I here?
You said I was talking to myself
Why yes that is what I do@
Im in the theatre you know
Im a ventriloquist
They came to take me away
For practising my art
The whole world is going mad
Im the sane one
Sitting with my hand
Up the backside
Of a talking piece of wood
Yes Im the sane one
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Protestant Catholic'
PROTESTANT CATHOLIC
All ye that enter the church abandon all hope
You may want to marry but the rules says nope
However, you can have all the children you can grope
And you will get protection and cover from the pope
They make you take orders and wear a frock
Then they get all-uptight and go into shock
When in front of children you produce your cock
Then they hide you away in amongst the flock
They deny it; they really do it so neat
You do wrong and they put you in retreat
But the children you molest and even beat
Lose the will to live and end up on the street
It is a mystery to say the least
How some people turn into a beast?
The animal within them is soon released
All because they made them a priest
These people are supposed to be our rock
We all know that is just a crock
When the devil within is unlocked
Another childs life goes into hock
Next time you go to mass
Ask them where they get the brass
To stand and spout such crass
That makes their religion look an ass
Hey pope, you, I dont want to worry
If you dont want your religion to end up in the slurry
Do something now, and in a hurry
You have to let your priests marry
MICMAC
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Racing Wars'
Five horse's have died
They call it the sport of kings
For king and country
The misguided animals
Some say it's their sworn duty
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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'Real Love Will Shine Out'
We can't hide our love
Love will shine out come what may
The moon shines on our love at night
The sun shines on it by day
The love light shines from our eyes
As we lovingly take in loves young gaze
The old fools in loves young dream
Walking in a puppy loves haze
We walk on pastures new
Far from all our usual crowd
Trying to keep our love hidden
Holding hands, gazing lovingly, our love crying out loud
We couldn't hide a love like ours
We couldn't keep it a secret for long
Your husband and my wife knows about it now
Our love was just too strong
The moon shone on our love at night
The sun shone on our love by day
Our love is now an open book
Real love will shine out, come what may
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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