Faking it
This poem hus been
photyshopped. If ye
look really close its
pixels urnae fae
roon aboot here
an its colours urr awtae
buggery. If ye haud it up
an’ sniff its erse ye
wull likely fin’ it’s
been eatin’ quinoa
along wi’ summy that
couscous wi natural yogurt.
No that ah’ve goat ennyhing
against a photyshopped
poem ye unnerstaun
its jist that ye
need tae ken whits
real an’ whit isnae
these days, ah mean
there’s that much goes
oan that isnae right
in the world like
REALLY BIG SKIES
an’ aw they folk
that cannae tell a truth
for tellin’ alternative
truths in order tae make
folk like us feel as if
wur styoopit or
illiterate or sumhin.
But wur no daft.
Jist tell it like it is eh?
Gaunie?
13/10/23