and so we shipped ourselves up to Boston
and now The Dropkick Murphys
are coming after the flying batons, and high school legs,
so I must silence meself, pass the bag or bong,
I don't much care which.
.
(Erin Go Braless, we'd say, please!
although Enya would do in a pinch --
"How Can I Keep From Singing?" aye, tyrants all --
and pass around the brown bag
full of godawful peppermint schnapps,
Billy, what were you thinking? we said whiskey,
and we'd talk guns for Troubled Ireland,
why not, we said, we have half a billion in our midst
not doing much, gathering dust, itchy,
us sitting there in the beat up Lamborghini,
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