Us music moguls were never fans of your crowd:
The homeroticism,
your unique brand of manufactured pop made in Ireland.
I wouldn't deny it now,
you and the boys, you still did the country proud.
But news of your strange and troubling death,
of dark appetites and private vice,
supposed, compelled me I suppose
to clammor for your voice,
amidst all of the brutish clammor.
I spent the best part of an hour,
just digging out your old hits.
Listening to hooks that wern't so hackneyed,
crooning from boys to men,
because well before the relationship turned sour,
I used to listen to those songs with my friends.
Gloria's round the corner,
Shane and me and Kerry.
Always playing in his corporation den,
I would go mad for the bridge
and Shane (looking at me queer) might even say:
-you always ask me to play that part again!
Shane was a little bastard.
I listen to the catchy chorus,
re-trace that nineties step,
that you were Kerry's favourite
reminds me now how
we're all a bunch of lads from town.
Given as much, I would like to say to Jan Moir:
-No, not Stephen! He DID do the Irish proud!
At least before she ran his good name into the ground.
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Submission Name: Stephen Hero
