dead man's trousers

dead man's trousers

read the lives of these folk for years
the dark underbelly landslides of tears
the foolish laughter of inviting bonhomie
hello irvine i know you dont know me

i read about these colourful lives
products of a thatcherite ideology i despise
i only have chapters left of this story
the humanity lost on those who vote tory

making assumptions on those who spot trains
whose insipid ideas slowly navigate bus lanes
a catalogue of squalid beautiful expression
hearkening a new wave of right wing oppression

irvine you are the chronicler these times
a braveheart scholar part of my rhymes
and like spud the murphys aint bitter
like renton my words are drowning in a shitter

friendships lost and recovered in dmt
awash in colour connecting intermittently
a blade artist shares few words and says
im dealing with the loss in specific ways

spud renton sickboy begbie
matty second prize davie
glaring versions of nature nurture scenario
policy and proceedure, novels and my flow

RIP spud