Irish Spring

"Arr," says the leprechaun,
"Doof!" says the twit,
"Urgh!" says the drunken man,
Whose pillow smells like shit,

Listless is the butterfly,
That lives its life in bliss,
Haggard is the homeless man,
Who's whiskey tastes like piss,

"Tasteless," tells the holy one,
"Faithful," Jests the crude,
"Justice!" cries the businessman,
Who's children beg for food,

Harbored are the hated,
Sheltered are the cared,
Hellish is the mighty force,
Of men who have run scared,

Tell of all the tragedies,
Tell of every proof,
Tell of all the secret songs,
That told of only truth.