Londonistan aches without you
It can't be just me
Hope the hunting is good out there
Oh crystaliser of community
Learn that jive and plant some seeds
That's what you always do
You won't turn into one of them
Because of you know who.
I'd like to write a rock opera
About that tree you planted
But, who'd play guitar, who'd play tabla?
Now that so many have departed.
Who will keep our lines so straight,
Who has the moves and kudos?
To institutionalise our dreams in life
Not cultish, inbred Judas.
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