Flotsam

    It had to be

    Didnt you know

    The wind carried

    It

    And your Messenger
  
    Boys

   Thought that

    They Got

   It  All

   Whats the

   Fuss

   Where

   Please

   Get out of the

   Coccoon

   Get in

   Into the

   Abbatoir

   Look at

   Them

   Go see the

   Changing rooms

   Look at the

    Graffiti

    Pore over the

    Tomes

    Travel

    Try and

    Know

    There is

    A lot going

    On and you

   Fool

   Never saw it

   Coming with

    Those tilted

   Hats and

   Spiked hairdos

  Really were

  You that

   Hopeless

   The hinterland they

   Say and murmur

  And the grumblings

  Across the landmass

  Every one has

  Is

  Hungry Angry and

  Look out of your

  Con Plans

  Nothing is quite the

  Same

 Hear the

  Dishwater

  Blues

  The Sewrage Symphony

 And you

  Have to

  Not Act

  Let it Be

   Things can

   Look after

   Itself

   Do live out there

   Mingle

   There is A

    Tingle in the

    Air and

    Dont think

    Ever

    There is

    Too much

    And you can

     Only gape at

     The

      Flotsam