Lowry, Malcolm: Without the nighted wyvern

Notions of freedom are tied up with drink.

Our ideal life contains a tavern

Where man may sit and talk or just think,

All without fear of the knighted wyvern;

Or yet another tavern where it appears

There are no No Trust signs no No Credit

And, apart from the unlimited beers,

We sit unshackled drunk and madto edit

Tracts of a really better land where man

May drink a finer, ah, ah undistilled wine

That subtly intoxicates withour pain,

Weaving the vision of the unassimilable inn

Where we may drink forever without owing

With the door open, and the wind blowing.