M'Hauns	

I go af m'nut j'st thinkin aboot it.
Fit it be like
tae hae nae hauns.

Coodnae funkshun. Nae chance
tae lift a finger tae onythin.
Nithin.

Coodnae pit food in,
n'r wipe it's dregs aff.
I'd hae tae be fed.

Be j'st asweel in bed
usin ma heed tae mak plans
fir sidy-wise.

It would not be good.

I ken they tear an bleed an git it wrang, 
but by God,
I'd be fucked withoot m'hauns.


Cor, 11-2-99