That’s the Game

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I was thinking a few old thoughts. In the privacy of my own head. In the privacy of my own melon. Taking a walk in the park. Kicking the ball around the field. Thinking about this, thinking about that, thinking about the other. Sure, that’s the craic. That’s the game boys. That’s the way. Thinking about the one thing and then thinking about the other. Thinking about this then thinking about that. A bit of this and a bit of that. Then when that’s done and dusted moving on to the next. Finding something else to think about when you’ve done thinking about all the stuff that you were already thinking about. That you already thought about too much. Moving on. Looking for a bit of light relief. That’s what it’s all about. That’s the way of it. Thinking a few old thoughts to pass the time. Sure what else would I be doing? Thinking away about the few things that I have on my mind. Going from one to the other. Going from this to that in the privacy of my own melon. No sort of order to it just hopping from one to the other. The way you do. Like a flea. Channel hopping. Doing the rounds. Walking up the garden path and then back down again. Thinking about the things that need thinking about and then thinking about the things that don’t need thinking about. Sure why not. What have you got to lose? Why wouldn’t I think about them? Why wouldn’t I kick ‘em around the field? There’s always something to be thinking about. Always some kind of an old story. What’s the story? What’s the craic? There’s always some kind of an old thing. Always something on the go. Something boiling in the pot. That’s the game boys. That’s what it’s all about. That’s the way now, that’s the way. You have to thinking about the odd thing, don’t you. Think about this and think about that and think about the other. Give the old pot a stir. Whack the hedge with a stick and see what comes out! Give it an old lash! Give it a bit of a go. Kick the old tin can as you’re walking down the street. That’s the game now. That’s the game. Give it a kick. Give it a good belt. That’s the craic, lads. That’s the way. If I wasn’t thinking about this then I’d be thinking about the other so what have you got to lose? What’s the harm in that? What else would I be doing anyway? Might as well be hung for a goose as for a gander. Might as well have a good old lash. Whack it with the stick. See what comes running out. See what the story is. What else would you be doing? There’s no harm in thinking the odd thought in the privacy of your own melon. Going over a few things. Running the flag up the jolly old flag pole see what comes running down the road.  Give the dog a kick see does he bite your leg. Sure why wouldn’t you. Give the old dog a shake and see how many fleas come tumbling out. Give the handle a quick turn as you’re walking by and see if you can come up trumps. See if you can come up with the goods. See if you can come out smelling of roses. Thrown it up in the air see does it come down again. See if it sticks. Sure if it doesn’t stick it’ll probably fall off. If it doesn’t stay in the air then it’ll probably come right back down again. Give it a go. Might as well be hung for a cat as for a dog. Who’s counting anyway?  Might as well think about this as think about that. What’s the odds? What’s the difference? And if that’s no good you can always think about the other. Isn’t that the way? Isn’t that the game? What’ve you got to lose anyway – might as well give the old dog a kick as you’re walking past see if he comes up smelling of roses. See if he sticks to the wall. See what comes scurrying down the road. See what jumps out of the hedge. And if it doesn’t happen then one way then it’ll happen the other. If it comes sliding down again you can always throw it back up. Isn’t that the way. Sure if you don’t win then you’ll probably lose and what’s the difference anyway?  Who’s counting? Give it an old lash. Give it a whack. Give it a belt. That’s the game now. Run it up the flag pole and see if it sticks. See if the fat lady sings. See if she comes up smelling of roses. Give the pig a poke and see if he squeals. Either he will or he won’t and who’s counting anyway…

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