As part of an occasional attempt to raise this site’s cultural level I thought it’s time for a bit of poetry and music.  We had Ian McKellen performing a plea for tolerance that just might have been written by Shakespeare a little while ago. Today it is a pair of new poems by one of the finest emerging writers in Ulster Scots – Billy McWilliams, more of whose work can be found here.

The video underneath is for a Not Sensibles’ song expressing the anguish of being a perennial underachiever. Of course it’s wrong to try to get a laugh from failed suicide attempts.

Farmers

Lurchin tractor bastards
Blackin’ the road
Haulin’ tubes o’ shite
In rush oor
Spade the feck up
oor pull over
Yis bastards.

Road Kill

Windaes rolled doon
The wireless blarin’
Parked up at the heid o’ the toon
Lukkin’ fur cuddies
Bullet heid lurkin’
Belaw the wheel o’ the motor
Saits back, eyes deid
Wee feckers
Think they’re in Ibiza
But they’re nat,
It’s Rathfriland
An’ its pishin.