Invested!

Watchdogs!

On a day when the Seanad was saved (just) and why demolish a house because the occupants sleep too much. Anyway it brings me to a poem I wrote about watchdogs and their peculiarities.

Invested

From Google Images

The old hat was

De rigueur

And the coat 

Turned.

You cut to the

Right side

Down to the 

Lisp belt

And the

Freudian

Slip.

All that navel gazing

Was for the birds

And the egocentric

Type.

Me, me, me,

And the world

Their couch.

Till you're down

To brass plaques

And the watchdogs

That bark for their

Dinner!

 Frank Murphy.