6 June 2012
My heart has been ripped out
And torn in two,
I'm beside myself
I don't know what to do.
The signs all foreshadowed
This unfortunate turn,
For my lost childhood innocence
I know yearn,
When I could look at at you
And not turn in shame,
Just another pawn
In the Facists' game,
To now you once more
As that beloved thing
I watched on the telly
Of a Friday evening.
Oh! To forget,
To no longer believe
That my beloved friend
Herbie the Beetle's a Nazi.
53 • Opuss № I