Legend Bother

Stories of the legend, of past and present folk,
Are shared with all of us to help lighten up the yoke,
To make life more bearable, to ease the pain a bit,
Well it’s all a load of rubbish, a load of ol’ bullshit.

For there is no special hero nor heroine that I can name,
Who would pass the common folk in any sort of fame
And all the stories you might hear, well they are just that,
A heap of hyperbole by some PR bloke, chewing on the fat.

But let me make it plain and let me make it clear,
If we didn’t have those legends life would be pretty drear,
For without them in our midst we could become distracted,
By all the other rubbish we see each day enacted.

It’s not just the Politicians who daily scream and rant,
It’s all the other no goods who strive to be gallant
And seek the name of legend to add to all they own,
It leaves you with such an ache there’s nought to do but moan.

So here’s a thought on legend, I hope you’ll take it kind,
For if I truly wanted I could really spill my mind
And rip into those legends of every shape and style
But that would take up more than just a little while.

So a though I’ll share around and ponder it please do,
For if you were a legend, do you think you’d be true blue
Or just a load of argy-bargy to keep things as you would like
Well, if that’s the case old mate you can go and take a hike.

For a legend, no matter to whom or what the name belongs,
Is made up by a variety of mongrel worded songs
And no one can guarantee that any legend story’s true,
And that’s the rub old china, it’s really up to me and you.

We have to source the facts and dig down to what is real,
Where any legend is concerned we have to toss the spiel,
There truly is no knowing that what we read is right,
It makes you want to fume and take to them the fight.

But whoa there, grab a bit of time; see things for what they are,
Come sit over here and we’ll chat about it at the bar,
We’ll have a pint or two, maybe even more,
Then once and for all we can settle this legend score.



There’s heaps of legend tales, go on just take your pick,
You can start the game, I’ll make it easy, you, have first kick,
It is difficult I know but be a sport and give it all you can,
For most of them, those legends, got up and then they ran

Rings round the rest of us, humanity I’m talking about
Those legends took no prisoners they truly caused a rout
And scattered any opposition, no dallying there for sure,
So, if you want to challenge them, don’t be so demure.

Get in and sock it to them, give it all your might,
Take it to those legends it is your human right,
For if you don’t they’ll smash you to the ground
And have you on the ropes before you make a sound.

For the legends will have won and left you mighty dazed
And the chance to overpower them will make you feel half crazed,
So before you stand upright and go in to bat once more,
I’ll tell one last time as you struggle from the floor.

These legends have been with us since time itself began,
Though it wasn’t Moses nor mighty Zeus who put them in the can.
It was just a bloke like you or your missus overt there
Who started all this legend stuff by sitting easy on a chair.

Boredom is the culprit you can take my word on that,
Just a couple sitting down after dinner and chewing on the fat
That is how it started they told it all to one and other
Then left it there to us to sort, this endless legend bother.


Adrian Kavanagh
February 3, 2010