Sleepwalkers Poem by john mcleish

Sleepwalkers



Ye enly see, what ye want te see
ye dinne' even ken yur dead
like ghosts floating, through the night
Sleepwalkers, blind and deaf

The Selfish Gene, wants te win
want's poo'er, success
but if I succumb, then I will be
jest like a' the rest

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