He Who Would Valium Take

The car that parked on the pavement narked

Pedestrians and children with chalk.

Their games, their shapes, their capers, their japes

Destroyed by a thoughless shitehawk

And yea, though I walk in the road to get past

I'm not in the least afraid.

For soon I will fly to the great by-and-by

Away from a world without shade.

A streaker streaks and a nation shrugs

At a saucer-like disc in the sky.

And stag weekends are poor weekends

If the army is not on standby.

Pub grub, pub games, pub laughs, pub pains

And the pitbull-like strains of kids

If Chelsea, Chantelle, or Jordan should yell

My fears should relate to my skids

The maverick cops with their average plots

And boring unorthodox ways.

The previous life as a pharoah's wife

Is mightily irksome these days.

The Lady in Red hides under the bed

From a husband who quotes Chubby Brown.

It's cold and it's wet, and a knell of regret

Is pealing throughout every town.

Is pealing throughout every town.

(Amen)