Our nation is in debt
And who would credit it?
The Houses of Parliament
Might make a decent foxhole
As now indecently
It harbours sharks
One suitcase now contains
The whole of English culture
Warm-hearted people wasted
In a climate of wet blankets
Let the leaving party
Steal the soap and towels
They have a greater need
Attired as human forgeries
Age-old mould corrupts their merchandise
‘Smiles’ that rip the paint right off the walls
Water takes an age eroding stone
Dreams can overturn the age this evening.
Bernard Saint
Illustration: Claire Palmer
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