by Liam Campbell
(Glasgow, Scotland )

The lads are my brothers,
more family than blood.
Standing tall when faced
with bottle or blade.
Running the scheme.
keeping the polis out
and the tunes up high.
Keeping the Junkies
in check and the alkies steaming.
We don't work,
we don't claim.
Just living our lives
playing the game.

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