‘Sure, ‘ Mick said as he slammed the mug
on the mahogany bar in Cleary’s Place;
‘The whole lot of you buggers who voted
for the charlatan now cooling his heels
in the County Jail awaiting sentencing
needs our utter damnation! ‘
‘Oh, Mick, you’re a hard man! Don’t you feel
nothing for his darling bride and her tribe
of ugly ducklings that squeal and squawk
the livelong day? ‘ Riley the toady spoke,
the bright tears trickling from his reddened
eyes as he sniffled and gagged on his draft
of Porter. ‘A hard devil of a man! ‘
The rest of us hangers-on smirked and rubbed
our whiskers as we glanced at the toady!
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