No job to show for it (poem I worte about being unable to find work – contains profanity)

Dotted the Is and crossed the Ts!

Obtained a Postgrad!

Worked voluntary!

But no job to show for it!

Got off benefits after gran’s death!

God rest her, she thought all Protestants were in the UVF!

But I distanced myself from being sectarian!

Yet still became a statistic among young male aryans!

No job to show for it!

Got to install Linux!

Got to sample life in Belfast!

So much change, yet in many ways the same

incarcerated by its paranoid past!

No job to show for it!

Got advice about my Asperger’s!

Shone like th Sun building Lego!

I had to do a lot of growing up after isolation in Ardboe!

But no job to show for it!

Was a Government Stooge, then embraced the right!

To get what I wanted was simple!

Stand my ground and fight!

Still no job to show for it!

Voted for peace!

Opposed Labour’s war!

Defied Tory narcissism!

Defied the troubles even more!

But no job to show for it!

Blog and write!

Test and code!

Stopped becoming middle of the road!

Still no job to show for it!

Did the right thing!

Gave a fuck!

Had some moments of very good luck!

However no job to show for it!

Did well in School!

Followed the rules!

Studied rather than play pool!

But no job to show for it!

Distinction in Text Production!

Pass in Word Processing!

Survived two recessions!

No job to show for it!

Been on back to work schemes!

Tried to live out my childhood dreams!

However no job to show for it!

No longer drinking the Kool-Aid!

In the game of Hearts that’s life I always get the Queen of Spades!

Because I have no job to show for it!

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My accent

I’m proud of my accent, even though American’s say I speak too fast whenever I’m reading out loud. 🙂

 

Growing up I had no identity and when I spoke as a kid Teachers thought I was English; TV was my educator back then. Then I had an American phase going through University. But, now, I have a regional accent and I’m content.

 

Our accent is influenced both by Irish and Ulster Scots. In fact, most Culchie idioms are originally Ulster Scots; such as ‘thon’ for ‘that’ and ‘sheugh’ (pronounced ‘shuck’) for a pile of mess. Irish influence in our use of English comes from saying muck (from the Irish for pig) and referring to Football tops as ‘Jerseys’. (from ‘Geansai’ the Irish for Jersey)