Drawn in, drawn in
By pencil and sin
A horse-drawn carriage
And a wheelie bin
Kimmy
and Keston
chang
charlatang
queens
english
here
they come
makkin
coapetition
schooled
aggin unschooled
class
aggin class
fury
aggin damp
pathy
pathy pathy
versus
passion
passion
pass
me
aggin you
@
made it that way
Quarter-ounce
me
hashtag
green
his skin was sucked in
all over his skull
more than eh thocht
it wid be
throw
your iphone
on
my fire
of
wood
o’
wooden men
o’
wood an’ men
an
suck me dry
horsey-set
before
I die
pitchang
charlatang
i
was black beauty
freckles
nn aa
all
holes and protrusions
making
all those
unmentionable
intrusions
but
we baith saw
the
rigid
the
wet
the
throbbin
the
drippin
the
nothing on this side
like
that on the other
the
nothing on the left
like
that on the right
(thir tellt no tae look
but thir ehs defeh sight)
he looked drawn
in the coffin
on his back
wi eez beak
nirly tuchin eez chin
but clean
but drawn
his cheeks sucked in
what he used to be
but not
cupped
hands “PWOE” splotive
you
rimmed rochester
violated
pope
300
year ago
ago
BANG! (oan
tabble)
an
spoilt them
for
me
spoilt
bang spoilt bang
...
and now you’re driftin awa
…wango
tango intae the ocean
...terminus
Eldorado
…wie
nae suntan lotion
keston
wehr are yi
eh
hope
yir
no deid
like
ah the ithers
but
still
shittin
in the bin
Cluckin
wi
yir elbows bent
an
flappin
an
shittin
in
the wheelie bin
an
trehin
no
tae laugh
laughin
but
then…
thir's
the rest o ye
thir’s
ah y rest
o,
y, yih
sorry
youse
lot
yir
still ah here
no
jist him
coz
he's abodynoeveryman
and
that no
stands
for a knot
stauns
for a shot
tae
describe you
infamous
crowd
ma
freens ma freens
Eh’m
greetin now
for
ma absent freens
eh
mop meh furrowed brow
pitchang
charlatang
am
boarn masell
borin
masell
wi
nae shock value
nae
value
‘cept the skull
an sucked in
an ah the skin
an ah the life absent
“SKCHAA”
so pray
tae
the canpipe
baby
no
sae many words
yi
wizard
wizard
scrote
wha
never made a stock float
poke
the holes
wi
a drawin pin
gie in
gie in
gie in
tae
sin
dinnae speak tae me
o
the sybill
Bang
(on lecturn)
in
the jar
bang
bang
oooooh
yir
jeelous
and
affeerd
oh
the bar bar
chang
ye charlatang
eh
can say it
in
less
and
slip in
an
oot
in
an
oot
in
an
oot
o
yir dirty wee hole
an
come oot
clean
clean
clean
chang
pitchang
“WHOA” (affy
loud an fearsome)
drunk
man
looks
at
the
thistle
an
doesnae see
oanything
oanything
worthwhile
but
at least
he’s
free
tae
look
an
FID
no
chained in quatrains
jammed
doon the grid
aye?
AYE?
Or
mibbe he wiz
chang
pitchang
“PWOE”
An
“WHOA”
An
Oh
that
scared ye.
Coz
eh wiz
makkin
love ah night
gruntin
an
ridin yir
cauld
black arse
sunk
in the cleft
ticklin
wi ma right
canpipe
in ma left
ridin
ye intae the ocean bright
ridin
ye proper
right
oot o sight
kill
me now,
strangle
me,
tight
round the neck,
with
a ligature,
while
Kim shows off,
Stunning
post baby body,
In
tight azure
leave
me with the blisters,
leave
me with the blisters,
Kim
K and your awffy sisters
Black
puddin man keston
kill
me now,
shoot
me through the heid,
raise
upon me,
one
blunt object,
as
long as Eh
can
eed up deid
someone
poor,
hit
the moon,
and
someone rich,
bent
the spoon,
but
naebody paid the price
coz
naebody thought twice
Kimmy
K shat herself,
she
shat her designer leggins,
runny
right into,
her
Jimmy Choo shoes,
some
inane,
self-indulgent
prawn,
takin
up meh time
crudely
drawn
in
her fashion-sack
when
there is,
and
was,
The
Auld Brass Plaque,
tae
consider -
Pulitzer,
83,
up
for grabs
tae
the lowest bidder
a hoover sucked the air
from his balloon skin
drew it tight over cheekbones
and tight over chin.
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