bananaidh mhalairt chothromach

De an diofar eadar da bhananaidh agus damhan-allaidh? Uill tha ochd casan aig fear dhiubh, agus 's urrainn dhut an da eile ithe gun moran sgreamhachadh, ach sin e. Tha iad cho faisg nan nadar. Ciamar a tha rudan a'dol leibh, tha cnatan orm an-drasta, agus chan urrainn dhomh dol taobh a-muigh an taighe. Mar sin, cha bhi upraid air m'aire an-diugh, agus tha curtains ur agam, woo-hoo.

Co-dhiu, seo dan gruamach.

Dirtballs bring the doom
That I had hoped to avoid
Along with the police
The pickled in the void
Who splay our limbs and grope
The better to dismember
But if I choose to recommend
The dead will breathe this September
As the world colapses once again
My thoughts cry out at night
Lets watch the corpses flail about
And bury piggy boy in shite
For my praise never fully falters
The choice of Hoyle is insurrection
To burn alive and bury dead
The minions of affliction
While scabs don't heal and bruises blush
The papist prods don't stand a chance
Pump the station full of pepper
And then the failures find romance
In place of a paranoiac state
Where love is rushed and flustered
In time we'll think relaxedly
Our mental wills we mustered
To create with death and despair
A new world fully clothed
Instead of brutal nakedness
A wench whose wings deposed
The tyranny of church and parliament
The gropery of fuhrers
As Schwarzenneger strangled himself
We rode, and laughed, and slaughtered

Tee-hee.

SONNET ABOUT YANN

More fastidious than any clerk
Is Yann catching his fish
For years his work's been his staple dish
What can I do but work?

He's drenched between meals
As he goes parading on the surf
He's unashamed to say his birth
Is as the clean-shaven nemesis of eels

His future never seemed too bright
Until he saw those eyes
And now he's out there every night

Where the fish and he converse
So long that he grows scales
With crazy patterns on the reverse

Nach sin tha snog? Co dhiu 1984 ann no as, feumaidh sinn dol romhainn.
Tioraidh
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