Dear Rosemary

You were my only friend
I was your early fan
And we were quite content
Until ambition moved us apart

Dear Rosemary what will become of me?
Will someone give me strength?
Or will I just let them swallow me up?

Nobody dares touch me for fear of what?

I hate the voice of sense
And when it boomed at me
I used to hoot and laugh
And, yes, some people like me for that.

Nobody dares touch me.

Fair English heads turn in dimming light
Perhaps they feel the strain
They are still saying nothing to me

They badly understand because they have a plan
They want to build the land
Fit for heroes to starve to death in

Nobody dares touch me maybe they’re right…