this is the land

this is the land
in me
reminds
those who could have been born here
or there
this is a past life
when I was the prince
and cockroaches came to worship

my country
ah
the smug returning
tax me bastards now
and I will tax the land with turnings
tune words to paper
so they take to air

my anthem in a land of droppings
step where you will but beware

this is land our fathers shat –
how brave that makes me

whatever catches eye gets grip
so watch – we’re going to find a way –
that’s home
and some day when the dollar’s high
I’ll sail back there– I will

a poet’s life is full of fun
there’s time to kill
and thrill and spill

I’ll have my time with the sky