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look at me and you will find Castlecomer on my mind
for it has my heart entwined, Castlecomer on my mind
its where the ragged people dwell, feral wretches plucked from hell
sub human empty shells, what they grunt no one can tell
for they jabber constantly, as they chase along the street
gentle patter of their feet, only stopping to excrete
the tourists drive them wild, for cars have them beguiled
they drool and shyly wave, to be stroked is what they crave
and when approached they react, and lie on the pavement flat
are distraught when they are snubbed, and don't get their bellies rubbed
and when the dinner bell it chimes, its Castlecomer feeding time
lots of eager mouths to feed, the village troughs the place to be
only those with a strong will, have a hearty fill
and its sad to hear the groans, of the feeble gnawing bones
the local doctor is the man, with plenty on his hands
he has pills to sedate, and more to debilitate
for he has to calm the masses, and sterilize the lasses
and later on will mull, over next years cull
see the children as they stare, at the metal birds in the air
arms outstretched, they run around,sad they cant get off the ground
sometimes it can be hell, as they imitate the exhaust fumes as well
sad to see sisters and brothers, setting fire to each other
