The Scottish Sobriety Test

by mrcookieface on November 15, 2005 · 1 comment

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There’s no faking it.


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    Glenmorangie:(the morning after)by I.B.Miller

    don’t shout, fer God’s sake

    an’ put a muzzle on those damn birds

    (i never knew budgies could be so fuckin’ loud)

    the mornin’ sun’s piercin’ m’ eyelids

    like a laser

    an’ grey matter crashes against m’ skull

    like the North Sea upon the rocks

    of Kinnairds Head

    i want to rip out m’ eyeballs

    an’ pack the sockets wi’ ice

    a ten-wheel lorry shifts gears through m’ brain

    an’ i echo that familiar refrain:

    ne’er again, ne’er again, ne’er again…

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