Lowry, Malcolm: Without the nighted wyvern
Without the nighted wyvern (Angol)
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.