Wilson
Tooty wee squat arsehole
Shitein' oan folk frae a brae o' teats
Fur a bat, at nicht, nae blinded
Flung thru the dark til mait his plump bake.
Crumbs.....
Clabber lifted an' shifted
Threw intil a dark wee space
fur she micht see, the nosey bitch
Ah'll hiv til hoke it later,
Til fine the stuff ah bucked in.
Fur noo ah shall lave it
Cubby hauled
Farmers.
Lurchin tractor bastards
Blackin' the road
Haulin' tubes o' shite
In rush oor
Spade the feck up
oor pull over
Yis bastards.
Free State Woman
She micht luk normal,
but she's the o'er surt,
lukkin o'er at ye wi' doeful eyes.
But ah'm a marcher,
an' naid me annual danner thru Catholic areas,
mind ye,
her's wud dae
Road Kill
Windaes rolled doon
The wireless blarin'
Parked up at the heid o' the toon
Lukkin' fur cuddies
Bullet heid lurkin'
Belaw the wheel o' the motor
Saits back, eyes deid
Wee feckers
Think they're in Ibiza
But they're nat,
It's Rathfriland
An' its pishin.
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