and did those feet
in ancient times
trod america's pastures of green
and did that anthropocentric god
wane with their thoughts
and beliefs all unseen
I don't think so
he's up there with
the others lying low
vying with those
who you've traded
your life to bless your soul
and have they told
you how to think
cleansed your mind
of sepsis and autonomy
or have you escaped scrutiny
and regaled yourself
with depravity
now we all see
religion is just synthetic
frippery unnecessary
in our expanding
global culture efficiency
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and don't you fear this impasse
we have built to our future
ever so near
and oh so austere
and oh so austere
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
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So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born