poem of the day 10.23.15

at least we’re not talking about guns

he says

maybe trump’ll make you all get hair

like his

imagine tha’?

a whole country of people

with tha’ monstrous hair stacked up on yer heads

millions of you

and what about his plans to build a wall?

i mean is he serious?

i don’t know, i say

i watch the other tourists looking confused

at finding themselves suddenly off grafton street

i’m not really interested in being

the spokesman for america

….but here we go again

he says

does he even realize

how much a wall like tha’ would cost?

i don’t think he cares, i say

that’s obvious, he says

i know he’s got millions in his bank but…

yeh see, the problem

with you americans

is that you still believe in your politicians

he says

here in ireland

we know they’re all arsehols

so we treat them like the arseholes they are

and then go off for a piss

in the local boozer

americans only drink on the weekends, i tell him

looking up at a portrait of saintly drunk brendan behan

they vote sober, i add

good christ, he says

well that explains everything

then we’re silent for a while

as the guinness settles for a second pull

then he laughs

it would still be funny though, he says

a whole country of yeh

walking around this lil’ world

with all tha’ fookin’ hair.