|Musings from my kitchen table
In a new world that’s unstable.
Why put the blame on me
Indulgent in my fantasy.
With IT tools beyond my station
To make the world a powerful nation
We laugh and play on our machines
With hideous frequency and wilder dreams.By God we’ll always have our way
With plastic breasts and Botox fixtures
Ending up like dolly mixtures
Chemical laced food, hormone injections
We’ll surely reach beyond perfection!
Our pretty pouts are but a game
To make us all look just the same.
That quirky nose will have to go
I really daren’t look a show.
We’re ‘Stepford Wives’ all in a row.
To boring sameness that’s the norm
To be accepted to conform!
With golden locks and blackened roots
Us and chemicals in cahoots.
We gorge upon our plates of plenty
The earth is ours – superior beasts
But now the earth puts up a fight
The virus – should we look surprised?
|Originally from Ennis, Co. Clare, I live in Csstlerea, Co. Roscommon. I write poetry and paint. Self-published poetry book called “Imprint on Water” for Temple St. Children Hospital. I also create personalised cards, with an emphasis on calligraphy.|