I've given up on my country
And, honestly, also on my life, yeah
But I'll keep punching, kicking, swinging blind
Just because I know what's right, yeah
And whether we, and I, pull out o' this spiral
or crash and burn at last, yeah
I'll never let it be said that I didn't stand and
put up a fucking fight, yeah
It's not that I mind getting older
It's just I wasn't finished being young
I don't want to live forever
Just long enough to get it right
I'll read Burns this year
And celebrate his birth
To stay connected to my mother
Whose father, My grandfather
Was a Scott
I'll make vegan haggis
Eat neep and tatties
While listening to the pipes
Remembering I'm the grandson
of a Coyle
Books of poetry
Collections of verse
Gathered like ingredients
Inspirational seasoning
In hopes of creating
A flavor never yet tasted
