Europa - Slapp Happy

Europa opens weary eyes;

All her pretty cities

Levelled lie

Sweet continent, courage

Don’t cry

The occidental Accident

Concerning Reason’s acts

Of treason, has short

To Hell what Heaven sent

(Centered on playthings

Turning round toys

Our shaman drank duck’s

Blood & drove a Rolls Royce

We entered the circle

A map was described

We recognized Europe!

We broke down & cried)

She cannot call her myths

Her own;

Lupine nipples squirted

Infant Rome

But Reason turned

The Beast to stone

(Stone

When struck, released

A spirit

From a spire spirit sang:

«A vitamin glimpsed

In a mirror might exorcise

Europe’s dilemma»)

Europe let me thank thee

For these —

Minds unravelled travels:

Memories

'twas sweet to picnic

'neath the trees