The solemn league an covenant o guiardians ay poetry. (Satire ae anti-experimentalists/foosty folk in creative writing.

) It wisnae like this last November A

Nane spak ae oor dearest member A Weill,no thit ah kin remember Aw poems wir saft an tender. A A

Stoury views ahll keepit weill hidden A Skyte a re-write,yell dae ma biddin A Ah hae nae time fer aw this midden A The tailent in screivins becam Tint B

Back tae the kailyaird an works gey wuidden A Nou grown up bairns ir Decadent .

Ye hae nae richt tae brak taboo A Me keekan the air aboot turned blue A Me and the cabal winnae allou A Sae muckle cowped trash tae git through A

Ye unrepentant pain in the ass A Mindan us aw thirs still a workin class A Wi raucle screed mair and mair crass. A Poetries gane tae the grave whun a pen kin screive aboot ocht B (change?) Leave the lave,dingie the mass A (change?)

Howfin wurds mean yer work merits nocht! B

Whaes fashed wi hou YE feel A Takkan experience an makkan it a meal A Is nae airt houaniver mony muses oan tae it ye kin seal A Let thum dwine in yin obscure black hole ay Calcutta B -thir sense a fankled reel- A thraw thae clarty works in the gutter! B