Go on then,
Tell me how it used to be.
How the grass was greener, lush and longer
even on this side.

How no-one cried in bitterness
and hardly ever lied.
How the broken hearted never cried,
lonely with their legs parted.

What a pleasant land.
Such a pleasant land!
Even the caged birds sang beautiful music.

Now the Crow croaks and it croaks for you.
Your lips are carrion sticked with colour,
You are held together
with glam.

The feather in your cap
scores lines in your face.
You, out of time,
out of place.