War on music

Made a scratch 

n scored a splash 

of hell I wonder 

If abjections flurry

Cross the veil 

Tis quaint and I mitigateless 

thay should grayly 

Perpetrate themsens 

Int shale nah then

Once I cracked a sandstone open

There there was a fossil course there was 

Guess I have a moral fossil 

Atrophying 

Like a record 

Of my vain and pompous 

Calumns 

Obvious thar i regret it

Like the haircuts 

And the stabbings 

Like the thieving

And the softness 

Like the failure 

And the hate our kid 

The knuckle sarnie 

Amid the bruising 

Righteousness 

With which I pillory 

Your soft intentions 

Like a whaler's moon exploding 

Harpoon like

a raging Scotland 

Burning eddies 

Braying coves

No one lost the war on music 

Just the choirboys 

Burned their cassocks 

And went on 

to better things

Aye lad

They did reet 

And the air 

Hast fell asleep.

16/09/17