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ON the aul

honkers on doorstep

this morning so I was.

Looks across the street and

see's some rough lookin

ma and her kid with another

trailing

five metres behind.



The ma turns and she goes

YOU BETTER HURRY UP SON!

I'M NOT FUCKIN'

JOKIN' YOU!



so the wee boy fairly

gets a move on and

I have a wee laugh

smoke my joint and

watch the bees.

I think

Lord! It's

Tuesday morning and

everyone's miserable!

Mums, babies, workies,

Polish, big fat

Gordon Brown --

-- All chewing their

faces off!

Only me and the bees

laughing!



and seeing as

the bees are

having craic

I looks at the

goes of them...



and goes they do

mate    buzzin'

in the true

         sense

like lawn-mowers

    on ecstacy

insane regal honey --

-- comb streaks

across the sky

and tumbling

to each gaudy

bud heedless like

  MATE!

        Pollen!

  Everywhere!

YAAAAAAAS

and they

love it!

so they do it

  every day

and are

ecstatic

and the dreary mothers

and the

     harrowing workies

the delinquent

every day drive of

    children

are working for fuel

for winter