ISTANBULLSHIT

Istanbullshit, Turkey gobbles you up
Spits you out, like sauerkraut
A tower bout with a climbing lout
Drinking stout, mucking about
Dispelling doubt
A hammer, a clout
A prison snout
Solitary confinement, a solitary pursuit
A soloist: their purse, their suit
A mute person, a mute button
Cute mutton dressed as lamb
Hung for a sheep
Creep deep into your heart
Impart intimate secrets, in full or in part
In code, like a cryptic toad
Implode with guilt, wilt
Then recover, rediscover a lover
Cover your tracks
Track things down, play with a clown
Before you drown your sorrows
With a friend who borrows
Behave like a lunk, drunk in superficial company
Accompany someone home
Comb your hair the next morning
Warning yourself about vague dangers
Rangers’ fans bitter rivals Celtic’s arrivals
At football pitches where pitched battles take place
Cattle makes pace strenuous in abattoir terror
Terrorise with terror eyes, looking for trouble
Looking through Hubble with stars in your eyes
Disguise what you’re watching
Scotching rumours, tumours growing
Knowing their way round your body
Shoddy workmanship, a workman on a ship
Finds it plain sailing
Failings, typically human
Like being late and feeling scared inside
Denied fear’s fear that will reappear, crystal clear
Clear as day, day and night
Night after night an insomniac struggles
In darkness, with light
Light the way, way out west
The rest impressed with the best
The best of friends ends this.