Trying to Find Your Pot O' Gold

A St. Patrick's Day Poem About Greediness

Micheal E. Brinkley
Get off yer arse and come and play,

With a merry leprechaun here today!

I'll take yer cash without a thought,

but when yer done ye will have what ye sought.

So come to the pub and have a beer!

I guarantee ye have nothing to fear.

And once we're done I'll take ye away,

"What a beautiful rainbow" ye will say.

On a boulder I'll sit all alone,

as ye begin to piss and moan.

Climbing a rainbow many say is cheesy,

but nobody said that it will be easy!

After many long hours ye'll reach the top,

then slide on down and land with a "plop!"

The sad thing is; ye didn't know,

we upgraded our pot o' gold years ago!

The safe o' gold might stop yer fall,

but the sight in the end won't be pretty at all.

Then ye'll lie there, all cold and dead,

Ye missed the sign that said "look out ahead!"

Then I'll go back and sit and wait,

For another dumb arse who got the memo too late.

Greediness keeps them coming for a pot o' gold,

But all they'll find is their grave to behold.

So come to the pub and have a beer,

I guarantee there is nothing to fear.

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