Can't believe what I'm seeing,
All the flames and smoke,
Sparks ignite expanding foam,
Skyline begins to choke,

Smoke is seen from miles around,
Drifts across the M8 motorway,
Drifting down Renfrew Street,
Students stand and pray,

Students were getting ready,
Their talent ready to show
The fire put a stop to that,
Some talent just won't show,

Built by Rennie Mackintosh,
In the Art Nouveau design,
A building of world renown,
Some think of it a shrine,

Building damage wasn't too bad,
Fire and Rescue saved most,
Student's art and Rennie's art,
Didn't end up like burnt toast.

My name is Aziz,
I am the one 2be up in your buz-nees.
what a pleasure it must be for you to meet me
i greet thee!
so treasure this
to your measure.
I am the one,
who knows the one,
who is not the one to be re-done.
she is this girl
stuck in a whirl
who thinks in a swirl,
that girl
my friend, who was born totally bent!
Tis me she kissed and i couldn't resist
for i am Aziz,
one ******* enough to be all up in her buz-nees.

My name is Aziz
I'm like a venereal disease
not your average menstrual bleed.
One taste of me and you'll be screaming 'Yes please!'
I'll bite into your neck like a sucker with a sore leg
as you beg for more at my door,
te amour.

My name is Aziz
I'm like a contagious disease
not your average ******.
******* puurrlezz!!
I kiss girls in my car and watch them shake it like it's hot. All over the parking lot
dot dot dot

My name is Aziz
grand master of saying thank you and please with easy e. ****! she was not meant for me...what did she mean when she leaned in
Aziz! Aziz! Aziz!
yes? Thank you?? Please *******, FREEZE!!

my name is Aziz
I've got her heart on my sleeve, so I'll make like a tree and leave this to be, as it's not meant for me.
She likes sea shells on the sea shore unfortunately not more, what a bore. I don't care that she's not sorry, but why do i feel so sore.

My name is Aziz
i miss, Miss.
I miss her in the morning i miss her on the phone i miss  her cause she ran all the way home.

My name is Aziz
i think i know that lady!
she'd always call me baby
she hasn't rung me lately.
She no longer goes to the beef she doesn't eat
Do you know why maybe..
Is it cause she hates meat??
Whereas i love eeet.

My name is Aziz can i talk to you please?
I wanna say all these things
like ring a ling ling
where did she get that bling
My ******* knee hurts cause it's in a sling.
I wish i was a Saudi king
if i was would you tell me why you wear that ring??

My name is Aziz
can i see you please
or are you no longer for lease... Is it because you think I'm a sleeze?
I'll beg on my knee and say please (-) the thank you
i promise not to prank you.
There's all these things i wanna say.
I understand that you may be gay,
i don't need a lay.
I just need to speak to you Shenay nay.

Your name Aziz.
wala, you said you love me, wala, i said i love you too. I'm sorry i wasn't meant for you.
See, it's nearly a full moon and I'm still so blue...
I really wanna see you.
But I'm too stubborn to actually talk to you.
Even though our love was enough i'm not sorry i played bluff.
but now, this all feels too, much
Don't you see, i was in a rush.
I should have hit you over the head with your crutch.
But instead i kissed you, your lips, they were so lush.
They even made me blush.
You weren't my crush, but now I'm crushed. Because of us my brain's gone to mush.
I wish i was still your baby and we could pretend that it's all groovey, maybe even watch a movie.
But in the perfect world my frnd I'd be stryt and u, u'd be my perfect m8.

The idea of a perfect plan for life is one that’s floored in every material in every way.
It begins much like a seed.
In good soil with good intentions and seemingly the right influence.
Sun for photosynthesis, nutrients to supply the food for growth and water.
Enough water to rehydrate invigorate but also it can drown.
The water you see isn’t merely water it’s the plausibility and possibility
we strive for and see in our faces every day.
“Be who you want to be”,
“the sky is the limit”
“the only thing holding you back is your imagination”.
But what if that isn’t it.
What if being who we want to be gets put down,
changed and made to be realistic.
Like a child following the instructions on their Lego instructions:
they put M8 on T3 and piece that together
with pieces 5, 6, 7 & 8 etc.
until their puzzle is complete.
Complete to resemble the same thing that the other kids build,
or the same one that their parents before them built.
Built to last, built to fit, built to be…
NORMAL.
No one is told to believe
That they should believe in their writing and encouraged to chase a dream.
Instead they’re told to choose a “real” dream.
One that benefits society.
One that asks no questions, changes no formats or builds and pushes no borders.

So you just stepped out
Of the front of my house
And I'll never see you again
I closed my eyes for a second
And when they opened
You weren't there
And the door shut shut
I was vacuum packed
Shrink-wrapped out of air
And the spine collapsed
And the eyes rolled back
To stare at my starving brain

And fully clothed, I float away
Down the Forth, into the sea
I think I'll save suicide for another day

And I picture this corpse
On the M8 hearse
And I have found a way to sleep
On a rolled up coat
Against the window
With the strobe of the sun
And the life I've led
Am I ready to leap
Is there peace beneath
The roar of the Forth Road Bridge?
On the northern side
There's a Fife of mine
And a boat in the port for me