Come drag it out in reams and reels
Foolish words and hopeless dreams
Come stack it up and pile it high
In towering mounds up to the sky
Hear the screaming as it burns bright
Let the ink of folly light the night
The meter and the rhyme all wrong
Now the whole flaming lot is gone.
A voice now silenced by the terse
Let the experts rewrite your verse.
Im sure I was chanelling Oscar when I wrote this
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com