Scene from a passing car (East Kilbride 8.12 am).

Already up to cause a fuss, 

When spooked by the horn of a passing bus,

(Gone, past Micky Ds),

An angry boy trying grown-up clothes,

Finger salutes invisible foes.

Cap is lifted forty-five degrees

To let off steam;
In an instant, all ashout:
"You know what? I'm mean."

Then,
Vengeance dribbling from his lips,
With gallus, rehearsed, swaggering hips,
And a single nod to his young team,
He's off again,
To live the dream.