As it kicked in,
The stray psilocybin
In the Boeuf Bourgignon,
He said,
"I’ve an urge,
Next market day,
To kick it all over.
I don’t know why,
I just feel
It’s the root
Of all our unease."
Then stripped to the waist
He tore up the street
Screaming,
"England is dying,"
'Til they took him away.
Paul Maddocks (1969 - 2007)
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