Bolt Bawbag;
Bolt Bawbag, you’ve no got a clue,
aboot tae get malkied over Irn-Bru,
Numb-nuts, orange faced Hector,
bannin Scotlands sacred nectar,
Ballroom carpet, alleged excuse,
half a million to get ruined wae juice,
Claims it’ll stain and take the look away,
but it’ll still smell of shite, pish and St Tropez.
Poetic Substance 2018 ®