Barra an Teampaill
Bethan Townsend
And I head across the Liffey,
D2 D2 D2.
Dont want to be tourist,
cultural fiend.
Yet it is awash with tourist types,
Flashing Japanese cameras,
Peace signs,
Bleached American teeth.
I dont care.
The pillar box pub beckons,
Calls me to the people I want,
Toothless, feckless, mindless,
Hearts as big as your Japan, your USA.
Someday Ill join the dancers,
or open a boutique,
or make quaint cakes,
pies and bakes,
Just to one day fit in.
But everybodys welcome,
Hence the popularity,
But in the darker corners,
Lurks the exciting reality.
Sat inside, on my flea-bitten bar stool,
Staring out at cobbles and carts,
A modern day mash up,
And a Jamesons pick-me-up
Remind me.
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