Holy Ireland

The only nano-tech
in this economic wreck
is the dwarves malign
Brian and Brian
in our national pantomime
called "Pigs and piggy banks".
Supporting cast
the placemen
and the faceless men
official tossers
Government wanks
nearly Neary and hopeless Hurley
and the innumerate freaks
of Merrion Street -
failed counters of the beans.
Special effects by Anglo-Slush
the Galway races tent
the crush
the excrement
the slurping of the feeding hogs
the gilded trotters
of the bogs
sing all as one
in unison
"thrust out the widows, take their pence
the old may die - it spares expense -
let them perish in the ditch
or pay the rate
for our grant-aided
geriatric care.
Rob the poor to help the rich
take the bribe, the wad, the bung
we pull, we fix,
we are the dung
of the patriotic sward
enriching Ireland without cease
on planning fraud;
we are the manure upon the field
we ensure the national yield".
Roll up and see our pantomime
our national plan
to make the savvy Irishman;
experience our sublime
infrastructural design;
the NRA
has a boreen coming your way
with a charge for every mile
for SUV and ass-and-cart,
broadband binds our sainted Isle,
a sacred place apart
from greed and guile.
And all wondrous things come cheap
for all are mere
spirits summoned from the deep
by Brian and Brian,
the dwarves malign
of our national pantomime.