Taffi Triog

Taffi Triog

Treacle Toffee

Limbo land, purgatory, call it what you will.

 It is somewhere between Aberystwyth and Cardiff.

 Could be Rhayader or Llanymddyfri, depends what route you take.

 Maybe I should stay there instead of making for one of the compass points.

 East or West and on occasion North. 

For a Welsh Nationalist I am heartily sick of Wales.

 I know its roads and why's and wherefore's too well.

 "Ni allaf ddianc rhag hon" 

Well I'm not so sure, just leave, never to return because its never going to be how I want it to be with everybody speaking Welsh and full employment with interesting, stimulating jobs and those staggered throughout the day instead of everyone clogging up the roads at exactly the same time in the morning and the evening!

9-5 what a way to make a living?

 Well Kenny Rogers has died and this is just an Island in the Stream.

 Every one speaking Welsh you say?

With English being so easy and sexy and available? 

Those words like 'Drive Thru' and 'Toys R Us'.

 The text talk seducing us like sirens on the quayside at Cardigan. 

The English Language is a whore, a piece of meat for sharks to nibble from. 

Solidarity Sisters.

 The only change that might come democratically is the single transferable vote. 

Welsh Labours' domination of the political landscape since 1999, 

and before that, is akin to the Sicilian Mafia.

 There is more corruption in Cardiff Bay than in Palermo.

 Is he writing poetry or prose this time?

 Who cares? he's fucked off I can sense that. 

For a Welsh Nationalist, I am heartily sick of Wales, its sticky rock melting in the summer sun, its Castle Walls soothing the uncomfortable tourists' breast. 

Gwyl this or Gwyl that!

 Hwyl Fawr, goodbye to all the piss and pageantry of the Six Nations. 

The whining voices of pundits and commentators as if they were Gods

 but here in Wales they are. 

Bara, Bread & Circus butty!

 It's what I was weaned and suckled on.

 "Don't fight it wuss, give in to its sweet treacle"

 Taffi Triog! 

Wales is a piece of Taffi Triog full of Taffy diogs like me, all on benefits,

 waiting for the next hand out.

 

Bite too hard and you'll break your teeth 

and you won't be able to find a dentist on the NHS.

Siwgwr Brown ta Siwgwr Gwyn?

 Clefyd y Siwgwr.

Don't care, it's glazing in the spoon now and I will get the syringe to jack up my addiction. 

Sinking to the bottom of your Coffee Cup and sticking to the sides like a Westminster Power Grab because that is what we iz, a bit on the side, 

a bit on the left hand side of UK PLC.

 Taffi Triog yn toddi!