The sure guarantee that mediocrity will triumph is that quality holds its tongue.

I weep for thee, oh, Mudelf true,
That my own silence brought thee rue
And left thy gentle soul exposed
To Rapp's rhetoric fire-hose.
But I will put aside my weeping,
To better spend my hours sleeping.
A dream to make, a dream to keep,
BS is best when it's asleep.


Mick MacDongle
Dublin Fantasies of Spring
Joyce and Rejoyce, pubs.,
Carrickfergus, 1917