Mari Limerick Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whore—oldest gig in the galaxy, right? Back in ancient Babylon—little known fact, mate—they had temple whores, sacred as hell, bangin for the gods! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me happy, thinkin how humans twist shit—holy to filthy in a blink. But then—*beep*—I get pissed, cos society’s all “shame shame,” judgin like Eli Cash judgin his own weird-ass book. “Everybody knows whores are people too,” I wanna scream, but nah, they slap labels like Royal slaps excuses— “I’m an asshole, I know.”

These ‘adult’ poems for National Limerick Day 2016 are totally NSFW

The was an old whore from Azores. Whose cunt was all covered in sores. The dogs of the street. Wouldn't eat the green meat. That hung in festoons from her.

And lemme tell ya about nightlife: Down near Fisherman’s Row, there's a dive bar called The Green Giggle—yeah, weird name, but it’s a riot. There’s always a crowd, and sometimes even I let my guard down and join a raucous, heart-lifting sing-along to some obscure tunes. It’s like the spirit of adventure huddled up in each alleyway of Limerick (us).

‘Some people are just maybe tired of them winning’ - John Kiely confident best is yet to come from hungry Limerick