Sunday 28 July 2013

It Startit


This was how it startit,

In an instant burst wie bliss,

And this was how it endit,

Framin’  shit and piss.

Framin’ ah the faecal matter makin’ up the man,

Framin’ ah the shit an’ piss an’ life flushed doon the pan.





Authomania



The sordid in your soul so rare,
That only you can see,
The sordid in my soul so rare,
But naebody writes like me.

But naebody can write like me,
Naw,
Naebody can write like me,
Come ane,
Come aw,
Come an see,
Cos naebody can write like me.

Ye high-class plume,
You must assume,
Eh'm whaur Eh waant tae be,
But Eh've only just stepped in the room,
An there's naebody here but me.

Come wi yer femily,
Stoap an stare,
View the freak that spells out free,
Catch what it's like,
Tae hae nae fears,
When naebody writes like me.

The sordid in your soul so rare...
Nae manners an nae artifice -
Nae manners an nae fuckin artifice -
But naebody writes like me,
Naw,
Naebody writes like me.

Friday 5 July 2013

Jist as Eh Wiz



Eh'm jist as Eh wiz, freend,
Eh'm jist as Eh wiz,
Jist as stupit and jist as confused,
Eh am, jist as Eh wiz.

Eh'm jist as Eh wiz,
When we were thegither,
Laughin' an' shootin' the breeze.
Ehm jist as Eh wiz,
When we were alane -
Ye can still trust me...
Eh'm jist like a wiz...
Eh'm nae different.

Eh lost meh narrative track again,
Jist like Eh did back then,
When we nirly pissed wersels.
Eh'm jist like mehsell 'cept aulder.

Sae greetins,
An' salutations tae ye,
It's moi.
'Member me?
Eh remember you.




Tuesday 2 July 2013

Epiphany


Eh realezzed  that Eh hid tae dae,
A deal wi' Goad,
Eh realezzed that Eh could,
Dae a deal wi' Goad,
That Eh hid somethin' tae bargain wi',
An' the abilitae,
Tae imagine him.

Eh did a deal wi' Goad,
Eh wid believe in meh creation,
In return fir the abilitae,
Tae occupeh meh time,
Wi' exacktly whit Eh wanted,
Tae occupeh meh time,
Wi'.
Except for shoart periods geed-up tae reflection throoghoot the day,
And Sundays gi'en ower tae praise an' contemplation.

Eh've done a deal wi' Goad now,
An' Eh'll maybe see ye oan Sunday,
But no in the Kirk,
Coz he's no there.