GRANT FRASER (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)
Pissed off in East Tullos
I didn't wipe it properly,
so what if yours is cleaner
than the break of day,
I mean I know how to do it...
but the wind - it blew and blew...
til I had a length of tissue paper,
around my foot,
and I thought, why don't you just
why not - just do it, blow out!
working and walking and waiting,
to be honourable in spite
of all the dishonour of this crap place,
and the faces, like cardboard cut outs,
driving by, one at a time,
then a guy on a fast red motorcycle,
'living in a movie',
I just don't know how to play,
that's all it is,
life is just a big game,
and don't those, eating off big
silver platters just know it?
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