Sincerely

I lived in Edinburgh or Auld Reekie as its called
I want to move back there where folks are well kent
Edinburgh is the epitome of style, class and theatre
Its architecture is second to none, mostly unspoiled
the nightlife is the liveliest ever, always have a good time
good food, good banter, long-legged ladies in short kilts
bars all open late, then there are the clubs for clubbers
I am too old for the latter so when the bars ring time I exit
I am as excited as a five-year-old on Christmas day
I so want to go, I envy those already there

As for my estranged children, this is the last address
they will know - there will definitely be no forwarding address
I will miss my friend Eddy next doors cocker spaniel
maybe I might steal him he is so cute and cuddly
But I go to Edinburgh ultimately to die in peace
no funeral no eulogy, no epitaph or maybe my epitaph
should say Here lies the body of a social leper
funny, talented, well-mannered well thought of, but
I will die alone in a flat in the centre of Auld Reekie
I will lay undiscovered for weeks as I decompose
in C Minor

I tried to enlighten poetry readers with my words,
but I failed

ON MY GRAVESTONE

Here lies the body (minus both legs; already cremated) of David Macleod, a dreamer, a poet, a broken lighthouse, used and abused, spat on, shat on, tired, just so tired of all the ugliness in the world. I would say to you "Look after yourselves and love one another,
but I know you won't.
Died alone, at least I will be left alone
RIP(Rot In Poetry)

It's ok
I am just fucking with ya
I am moving to Edinburgh
with my lottery winnings
gonna spend it all on mind-altering drugs
strippers, lap dancers, ladies of the night
copious amounts of alcohol
I am gonna party like it's 1999
and dye laughing
with a Cheshire cat smile
all over my stupid face
as for the cunts on the bus
you know who you are
Live long and fester
Sincerely yours