How much, how much is guinnessgiving the arts saint Bridget askedas her shite turned black. Afraid to looko’re her shoulder for fear the darkdemon would pick a space welllased on her spine between the blades.
Close enough to her neck to breathe
down ceaselessly, gracelessly, carelessly
instruction and contracts.
Small print hiding them facts. Facts like the few inches between a kick in the hole and a clap on the back.
There you go so, sir and madam; a stoutpromise from makers of the brew a huemacadam. This road a road well well rodeand traveled. Drink it up, drink it in with a brotherand sister from another mother. Or, fightfor a teat ignoring the weak. Like there is no tomorrow.
You beg, they borrow: now all is sorrow in your placeof worship. Ahhh… is it worth it’s weight in fleshas you flash, crash, wallop a loaded logoall agog with the go go.
You know with the handy few bob from me
the dole along with the medical card and rent
money sure you’d be getting the guts of 600
Well why don’t you give me the guts
of 600: keep a man honest
He then looks at you
like you interfered with his children
As I arise today,
may the strength of Guinness pilot me,
the power of Guinness uphold me,
the wisdom of Guinness guide me.
May the eye of Guinness look before me,
the ear of Guinness hear me,
the word of Guinness speak for me.
May the hand of Guinness protect me,
the way of Guinness lie before me,
the shield of Guinness defend me,
the host of Guinness save me.
May Guinness shield me today, Christ.
My goodness, my Guinness.
Guinness with me, Guinness before me,
Guinness behind me,
Guinness in me, Guinness beneath me,
Guinness above me,
Guinness on my right, Guinness on my left,
Guinness when I lie down, Guinness when I sit,
Guinness when I stand,
Guinness in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Guinness in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Guinness in every eye that sees me,
Guinness in every ear that hears me.
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tea tea tea tae ahhh