six glasgow poems
heh jimmy
yawright ih
stull wayiz
urryi
ih
heh jimmy
ma right insane yirra pape
ma
right insane yirwanny us jimmy
see it nyir eyes
wanny
uz
heh
heh jimmy
lookslik wirgonny miss thi gemm
gonny
miss thi GEMM jimmy
nearly three a cloke thinoo
dork init
good jobe theyve gote the lights
SIMPLE SIMON
thurteen bluddy years wi thim ih
no even a
day aff
jiss gee im thi fuckin heave
weeks
noatiss nur nuthin
gee im thi heave
thats aw
ahll tellyi sun
see if ah wiz Scot Symon
ahd
tell thim wherrty stuff thir team
thi hole fuckin
lota thim
thats right
a bluddy skandal thats whit it iz
a bluddy
skandal
sicken yi
COLD, ISN'T IT
wirraw init thigithir missyz
geezyir kross
A SCREAM
yi mist yirsell so yi did
we aw skiptwirr
ferz njumptaffit thi lights
YIZIR AW PINE THEY FERZ
THIMORRA
o it wizza scream
thaht big shite
wiz dayniz nut
tellnyi jean
we wirraw shoutn backit im
rrose
shoutit shi widny puhllit furra penshin
o yi shooda
seeniz face
hi didny no wherrty look
thing iz tay
thirz nay skool thimorra
thi
daft kunt wullny even getiz bluddy ferz
THE MIRACLE OF THE BURD AND THE FISHES
ach sun
jiss keepyir chin up
dizny day
gonabootlika hawf shut knife
inaw jiss cozzy a burd
luvur day yi
ach well
gee it a wee
while sun
thirz a loat merr fish in thi sea
GOOD STYLE
helluva hard tay read theez init
stull
if
yi canny unnirston thim jiss clear aff then
gawn
get
tay fuck ootma road
ahmaz goodiz thi lota yiz so ah um
ah no whit
ahm dayn
tellnyi
jiss try enny a yir fly
patir wi me
stick thi bootnyi good style
so
ah wull