Vomit deposited on ejection in Temple Bar (Work in Progress)

I stepped in vomit yesterday,

Along a lane in Temple bar.

I wondered who had left it there

And if they had to travel far.

And if the vomit travelled too

Or at least a part of it

From whatever city came

The visitor that made Dublin green.

The Bertie Ahern Show

Its time to put on make-up

Its time to tell some lies

Its time to con the public 

On the Bertie Show tonight.

Its time to get amnesia,

Its time to take the p1ss,

Sylvio has nothing on this

Its the Bertie show tonight.

He’ll rob you while you’re sleeping,

And lie when you’re awake

He’ll be so bad you’ll think he’s good

Even though he’s on the take.

Its time to flip the finger

To all the common folk

Who care’s? They’ll re-elect you

On the Bertie Show Tonight