The Depressed Scot(t)-working title.

Ah'm telt ma screivin is majestic an braw bit ah dinnae feel talented it aw. Ah micht gie it laldie when the muses caw bit aside ither men, ah feel fair a loser in nature's draw.

Ma sel-esteem evaporated in licht e simmer an herts no foon a spail e hope nor glimmer. sma an tint, ah craw unner a staine tae hide fae this snell sowl sairein rain.

Lowpe and Lowse this trap,this spell this moochie condition,this waewieyed hell. Ye winnae boak badness oot liein in yir bed dinnae speir in society,fer the ans'er's in yir head.

Last nicht, ah felt nae kingly virr Ainly fleein aboot thochts e her. Memories tae Ees are lashed Bodies weil harrd an gashed Gey rocht tae git past An minds in heifs far far fashed.