We Don't Have Cucks In Ireland
By sean mcnulty
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We don’t have cucks in Ireland
It’s the tourists that wear the green hats
As it is, words fight for a place here
In the noisy desperation hall
Where language seeks justice
Who knows where the home is
I saw them stripping down last week and jumping in
To each other, one by one
You’d think it was their first time
How things have changed
Hard men with their kits off
Don’t usually lie to themselves
Or their teammates
There was some relief in being cold naked truth
Before the laws got game
Once language set us free
Now we’re just punctuation, trapped
Lost in a crowded text
And where seats are sticky if you get one
Since dictionaries died, we’ve been learning from the labels
On each other, knowledge wears thin grey vestures
Begging for asylum on the edges of town
Let them in, some cry
No, from a single multiplied voice
I saw one attacked by officials
A crack on the side of the head and blood
Oh, how misunderstood our age
Of all words denied
We don’t have snowflakes in Ireland anymore
But snow falls fierce when it does
They’re more than welcome back if they come
As it is, words continue the fight for justice
And green hats are given out for free
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