Restless spirit casts off his friar’s robe

And steps into the fatal arms of love

Let the wound bleed out all the bad blood

From the shadow monk

 

Lost hippy dancer takes a drug

To take her back but she is now 73

And no one looks anymore

 

Monks are too Friary

 

Mary Hopkins put her slippers on and

Whispered to Mao Zedong – put your

Hand in here and start a real revolution

Live in the slippers of a lost prince

Awaiting the revolution of Manchester Mods

 

Pesky magpies swarm a darkening pool

As books burn bright in Alexandria.