oh moira ahm oan the skag
gissa cig gissa fag
how's yer ma, how's yer granpaw
his plates in the sink
it wis fun in the beginning
tryin tae feel someth
tryin tae feel nothing
handmade bloodtat reads SF4C
Silver Foil 4eva Crew
--cigarette light clicks--
oh moira ahm lookin for-
ward to ma early grave
his prostate's haemorrhaging
make nan a cup of tea and
stop picking your spots
we do enjoy some harp-
sichord chamber music while
we shoot up of an
afternoon, it lends
an air of sophisticat
one night drunk and distressed she
drove mother's car as fast as she could
down a narrow country lane
with the headlights off
it was exhilarating, I didn't care
today for a changeup
we'll drop an eckie and
sit in the park, see if
any colour appears
grey grey electric grey
powder, sky every day
sink into my platitude
punch another wall
stroke my hair
<contemplative piano music>
sunken cheeks
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