drinking song

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Eyes unfocus on familiarity,
where voices slur like passing trains,
here simple words are apt to stray
and John Barleycorn still reigns. Continue reading “drinking song”

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referendum blues

Through kirkyaird shadows something crawls
and fae its vaccuum, “freedom” calls
although its darkening voice builds walls
roond liberty;
man darenae think here for himself
his benmaist braith rots on a shelf,
totalitarian, by stealth,
the new decree.

That intellect to myth falls prey Continue reading “referendum blues”