The Good, the Bad and the Queen – Merrie Land
And two hundred plastic bags in a whale’s stomach
So you turn to the trident
Are we green, are we pleasant?
We are not either of those, Father
We are a shaking wreck where nothing grows
Lost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land
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Dirty, dirty feet from the concert in the grass / I wanted to believe that freedom there could last (Willy Mason)