Have you ever experienced dissonance between what you should feel and the reality of your emotions?
Well, the burden of expectation placed on the young emigrant’s shoulders in a foreign land, or the protracted incumbency of an Irish man in residence, can be a taxing one.
But we have a secret. Quite often, we feel absolutely f*cked.
The Poem
A gasp followed by a gulp
I’m sorry
the doctor whispered
but I’m afraid that you’re Irish positive
which is to say – very, very negative.
Oh no – is it serious?
I said, almost tripping over it.
yes – it’s terminal.
Being Irish can’t be cured.
In fact
it will kill you in the end.
{sound of gasping}*
Well, I said
if it can’t be helped
*Sound of a beer bottle opening
And remember…
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Categories: Poetry/Short Fiction
Hahaha amazing!
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Thank you!
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