Shane Macgowan (Remove filter)
Homage to Shane
I saw a pot of gold
Sitting slumped by the road
He was beautiful and broken.
And shone with alabaster
Broken teeth and shame.
His words were gold.
He was rotting
In his prison
But still glowed
With all thats great.
Of the greatest of hungers.
He was Behan
He was Mangan
He was unshaven.
He flowed with a love
That only he could see
With fidd...
Monday 18th February 2019 5:20 pm
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