Caveat Emptor

Bricks and blue bangor’s, bastards in stone
Eyed up by nature, abandoned, alone
Caveat Emptor, for there’s nothing to see
A stick in the ground will not set you free

Once more for the offer, the dealer will flatter
Once more for the heel, the toe to the ladder
When pendulum games cry a decade’s a day
Roll up, role up, fresh urban decay




A rhyme about property and maybe the Irish character. Ghost estates and short memories.


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