mechanically recovered habbie
I was sifting through old files when I came across this stanza, discarded from Omnesia’s ‘Lines on the New Makar’ back when Liz Lochhead was appointed Scotland’s National Makar.
Didn’t fit there, but subsequent events suggest it has a certain resonance jist by itsel:
They hack yir phones gin you're a sleb They hack yir legs gin you're a pleb Theresa May is Rosa Klebb She's no oor choice Oor rulers micht luke doon thir neb - We hae a voice.











