Kissed If You’re Irish

They remember him as a saviour of his people.“He drove out the snakes!”,Vile filthy creatures,Yet he was never one of them.Though “they” never claimed him as their ownHe was assigned to them by popular belief.Popular belief is what he brought to them.Drove out, burrowed in,Blessed are the meek for they shall drink green beer.‘Ye ken’tContinue reading “Kissed If You’re Irish”