I HAVE A DREAM

Went down into the gardens after work.
Looking for the "Friends of the Gardens."
Thought they would be celebrating their victory
in rejecting local lad wanting to give them 50 million quid
towards sorting the place out.
No I was wrong, deserted as usual.
Not a single person in the heart of Aberdeen.
Took lots of photos looking up out of the dark
at His Majesty's Theatre and William Wallace
(another Scot with a dream that failed because of his own people).
Two very nice policemen came to check up on me
and move on the druggies,
alkies and men of the night
from the arches.

Music should be listened to
Ivor Cutler;
total Scottish dry humour
an acquired taste
No tartan and shortbread here