Gairdens are stane Bastilles
Waas spiked wi shards o glaisse
Far fat-arsed corgies
Fyle smaa squars o girse.
Gin ye stravaig tae a park
The warld an its wife are there
Tirrin a creashie sark
Tae the tinnie birr o trannies,
The lawns, shaved flat’s a bap.
Gin ye stravaig tae the beach
The sea wull wash a condom
Ower yer sannies,
Served wi a satty plap.

Like human hutches,
Each wi’ts ain wee run
Wir gairdens thole dreich doonpish,
Wattery sun
Glimsks ower a toun wi granite biggins happed
Ilk knowe and howe ceemented ower an capped
Wi forests o street lichts
Rivers o fowk rin reamin ower the cassies
The lift is blae wi rikk
Cars, breenge an birr
Wi seagull-drappins
Clartit ower their chassies
As sweir an contermaschious as Auld Nick

The days are threidbare
Fur the indiginous Scot.
The nichts hing doon like bats,
Frae a thoosan semis an flats
Clashes the claik
O fremmit ile incomers
Makkin wir wyes an heirskip
Seem a wake.
Gaels, claw respeck an siller frae fat cats
Oor lan, an leid, is
Cairtit aff bi rats.