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Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Thank Christ I’m not your enemy
There’s no struggler loves ya more than me
Oh, Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Margaret ground against her knuckles to hold her temper at her teeth
Funerals are triggers in an Irish family
And daddy was a lion, but he also was a louse
She swallowed twice to clear the bile from her mouth
The house, awash with sycophants, instantly enshrined
The parish priest, the butcher boy, the football player’s wife
All busy painting angel wings, complicit in the lie
That’s the way we Irish do it when we die
Riddles wrapped in rosary
Clover grenades
Fools who suffer mightily
As our high Saint Sinead
We celebrate our loneliness
Our combustible rage
“He made us this way”
Not that Margaret wasn’t her own complicated layer cake
Educator/activist - Republican gone straight
Traded Weather Underground for some peacetime in the shade
But in her heart of hearts, she is as she was made
When she shaved her head at Trinity, toured BDSM
Clinical, athletic sex - detached, com petitive
The discipline appealed to her, the flogging and the rules
But the emptiness roared back when she was through
A missile wrapped in rosary
A clover grenade
Fools were suffered mightily
She shot sharp like Sinead
And bristled at her loneliness
Her combustible rage
“They made me this way”
Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Thank Christ I’m not your enemy
There’s no struggler loves ya more than me
Oh, Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Margaret learned to make her fate when Uncle James lisped with a wink
“If you’re not tall enough to touch the bar, you’re not tall enough to drink”
She jumped and smacked it with her palm the day that she turned six
She’s wrestled Jameson’s and Guinness ever since
(And tonight she’s losing
Tonight she’s getting her ass kicked)
My missile wrapped in rosary
My clover grenade
Fools picked apart her sanity
She collapsed like Sinead
Encircled by her loneliness
Her combustible rage
“Who made me this way?”
Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Thank Christ I’m not your enemy
There’s no struggler loves ya more than me
Oh, Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Oh, Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
Oh, Margaret Reed O’Shaughnessy
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