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'The Gunless Wonder'

I don’t own a gun
But if I did
There are so many people
To get rid

I would be all the news
Cause there is so many people
Who give me the blues
The gun barrel would melt

The bullets would chase my blues away
As they hit the targets in their way
Yes so many people have to pay
When it becomes the judgement day

Beware! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
There are shops that sell guns
Judgement day is nigh
I could just go off to buy

I am a joker; I am a one
For I am in jest just having fun
I simply couldn’t shoot anyone
Cause….. I don’t want to own a gun
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'The Last Rites'

The last Rites

The blessing from the priest
Did not allay her fears
Cos she was still having them
The pains she’s had for years

What is the use of religion to me now
She cried at his reverence
You could anoint me in a sea of holy water
It would still be time for my severance

The priest he knelt in solemn prayer
May the good lord take care of you
She said; the gravedigger may dig another layer
Cos you’ll be dead before the answer comes through

Sure! Says she; the truth to you I will tell
Listen to me; before I’m in my mound
By the time I get ready to die
Sure! Even the devil may be heaven bound

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'The Murphy's'

‘The Murphy’s’

My name is Paddy Murphy
A stout, stout drinking fellow
I’ve drank so much stout
My skin is turning yellow

Hi! My name is Seamus Murphy
A beer drinking lager lout
I’ve drank so much lager
I’ve had my liver taken out

Lo! My name is Bridget Murphy
A bitter drinking trollop
Get me another drink
Or I’ll give you a wallop

Hic! My name is Hic! Mary Murphy
Bridget’s whiskey drinking daughter
Buy me another whiskey
Then I’ll do things I shouldna oughta

Michael Micmac Mccrory
Michael Micmac Mccrory



The Mystery Of Life

The theory of life
Is to be at one
With strife
And remain calm
Calm is where we are at one
With ourselves
When the day is done
We put our strife on shelves
Like books to be read
When we are at one
With ourselves again
Life is performed in
Recurring circles and stages
To be acted out like a play
A mystery drama
We continue to perform
In circles and stages
Life is not a mystery
The mystery is
Why we live in
Recurring circles and stages
Doing the same today
As we and all of our ancestors
Have done in the past
Change is what’s needed
Change our lives
To live in harmony
To live in calm
To live as one with ourselves
To sleep in peace
To rise
Without taking the books full of strife
From our shelves
But to read of peace
To have self respect
The self respect we get
From having respect for others

We don’t do this
WHY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ?
That is the-‘Mystery of Life’
Michael Micmac Mccrory
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