The Eejit Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘THE EEJIT’

DO YOU SEE THAT EEJIT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET
DANCING AND SWAYING AND STOMPING HIS FEET
HE CAN’T HEAR MUSIC, BUT ALAS INSTEAD
HE’S CAVORTING LIKE THAT BECAUSE OF VOICES IN HIS HEAD
TO CALL HIM AN EEJIT IS A BIT UNKIND
HE’S LIKE THAT BECAUSE HE HAS A WANDERING MIND
ASK HIM ANY QUESTION, YOU’LL GET THE ONE REPLY
I DON’T KNOW THAT, BECAUSE MY BRAIN DID DIE
HE CAME FROM A BIG FAMILY, HAD MANY KIN
THEIR ALL DEAD, ALL BUT ONE DONE IN
BUT HE CAN’T GET IT LEVEL IN HIS HEAD
WHY HIS BROTHER TOOK A GUN AND SHOT THEM DEAD
MENTION ABOUT HIS MAMMY AND PAPPY
HE’LL SHOUT AND SMILE, THAT’S WHEN I WAS HAPPY
THEY’LL BE FOREVER WITH HIM, HE ALWAYS HAS SAID
HE KNOWS IT TRUE; IT’S THEIR VOICES IN HIS HEAD
HE’S BEEN THAT WAY SINCE HE WAS THREE
HE WAS THE ONLY ONE TO SURVIVE THE MASSACREE
YES, IT IS TRUE! HE WAS ONLY THREE
THAT’S THE AGE HE WILL ALWAYS BE
DO YOU SEE THAT EEJIT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET
DANCING AND SWAYING AND STOMPING HIS FEET
LEAVE HIM ALONE, AND THANK YOUR GOD
YOU HAVEN’T THE LIFE OF THAT POOR SOD

MICMAC