Och aye, awa’ wi’ ye!
the likes a’ youse
that party oan oor backs,
think we cannae function,
excuse ye use
tae ride tae hell an’ back,
a union! ma erse it is,
folk aw ower
fucked afore they start,
bastarts fae the bullions
an’ their minions,
a shower a’ wankers
weaned tae it.
Curtsey and debase yourself to master,
Dance and pirouette in shoes too tight,
Play the game and stalk while seeking answers,
Malengine, plum’d spoken has no right.
Swear allegiance to the real world that is owing,
Aftermath of balls, no favours granted, fight good fight.
Minus pumps, at court, they trip self-interest,
Return’d shape-shifters, pumpkins in the night.
Another bash at a Wordle as suggested by http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/11/03/wordle-33/
I wrote this on the same day but, due to my self-imposed exile during Nanowrimo, I didn’t post it then. But I’m nearly finished now so I can. 🙂