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'On the couch'


One more ‘session’ on the couch
Another unloading of fears and woes
Talk yourself out of it, you slouch
That is the way forward, history shows
Psychiatrist asks, what do you think?
I don’t know, my thoughts astray
You tell me, you are! The shrink
You must help me chase the blues away
I do not need to be told its stress
I need to know how to rid
I need your pity even less
Do not treat me like a kid
I am in two minds schizophrenic
The good or bad, which mind will I use
The clearheaded or the hallucinogenic
Both my minds open to abuse
One more session on the couch
Another unloading of my fears and woes
Less money in my pouch
Another holiday abroad, off my psychiatrist goes

Michael Micmac Mccrory



Our Stairs

Our stairs goes up to our bedrooms
They also must lead to heaven
The older members of my family went up there
And my sister who was only seven
There’s a roof that stops me
From seeing or reaching the sky
Yet half of my family did. How? Why?

My uncle James went up the stairs
Then there was such a yell
He was a bad man, a thief and a drunk
So dad said! ‘he went straight to hell’
‘He’ll burn real quick, Cos he was 100% proof’
And just like me he couldn’t go through the roof

So when it becomes my time to disappear up the stairs
There’s one thing I urge of thee
If I can’t find the secret door in the roof
Please pray I can go to purgatory
I’ve been quiet too long; So I must tell
I’m just a good boy; who doesn’t want to go to hell
Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Paper thin Amy'

She struts her stuff
Like she’s walking
On a catwalk
For all the beautiful people
To come and idolise her
However, they don’t come
To revel in her beauty
They come to abuse and ridicule
Her less than size zero
Her third world figure
So who could blame them?
For writing to
Paper-thin Amy
Your looks are not dreamy
You could be in a nightmare
From a Hitchcock movie
When you turn sideways
You disappear
You are so thin
The photographers
All the fat bits in
You were the queen
Of your fashion world
Your brain emaciated
And your body too
All the world thought you a freak
You got dressed up
Or dressed down
To show the world
Wearing your beauty queen crown
But, eventually it got to you
You took your life
As great people often do
You joined the great in heaven
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I hold you forever in my eye
To me you were beautiful

Michael Micmac Mccrory



'Pilgrim's Daughter'

‘Pilgrim’s daughter’

I met a pilgrim’s daughter
We did things we shouldna oughta
The old pilgrim father caught us
God he was in such a lather
Now I’m! the pilgrim father

Michael Micmac Mccrory
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