The poets were free, they broke out of their cages, à In meh real life Eh micht be a man born in Scottish,
With files made from words, in political rages, à Wi' nae pride when ithers hae nae waater and clottish
The rhyme it went “clunk” at the end of their line, à Am I, clottish, clottish and glaickit -
Predictably violent for its place in time. à A crazy, clottish, garrulous fake-it.
The poets were free with knives made of ink, à In meh still life meh mither and faither are dyin',
Drunk, half-crazy and alive on the brink, à As ah meh children leh in pain.
With barbed half-pipe and chain in hand, à Meh daughter, meh son and meh wife are cryin',
To draw a ragged line in sand. à While a paper mirror whispers insane.
The poets broke free, they said watch your back, à From meh cortex Eh like to call bad ideas names
Your front, your side and your gunny sack, à And ill-thocht-oot theories driven beh pride,
But then suddenly they changed their roles, à Or fame-hungry greed and self-involved gemmes,
Lost their hearts and sold their souls. à The religion beh which Eh abide.
The poets were free, but now choose to be chained, à In meh hypocrite's life Eh extoll the virtues o' ambivalence,
The poets were wild, but now choose to be tamed, à But extend nae such hand tae the poorest o' neighbour.
The inglorious poets, from a distance, à In meh pare life Eh see, the virtue o' charity,
All died and rotted away in this instance. à While ah meh excuses Eh favour.
Cages, rages, violent, barbed, à Mither, faither, bairns, daughter, son, wife,
Violent, knives, drunk, half-crazy, à Virtue, charity... other fowk
Barbed half-pipe, chain, rotted, à Hae done it, so how cannae Eh...
Chained, tamed, inglorious, died. à ...jist smile politely and leh.