"How do you know when an Irishman has Alzheimer's" "He forgives his enemies."

And it's companion, provoked by a priest's exhortation to forgive one's enemies, courtesy a poet friend (let's give these line breaks a go):

McAlzheimer's (by Tom Riley)

So it's dementia, is it, that you're wishing
on me now, after some 900 years
of merciless oppression? Set me fishing
in the vast pond between my ample ears
and hope that I get skunked? Well, shed your tears
already, for I shall not go that way;
though every day I drink two dozen beers
and a whole quart of Bushmill's! On display
ever before my narrow eyes, today
and every dar, my list of cursed foes
is bright and clear, and why should I betray
that comfort, which has warmed my heart, God knows,
since I was just a tiny lad? Desist!
Better to pray you do not make the list.

Slainte, Colleen