PM by Adam Soper

Pink Moon is rising above the western hillsside, the time has brought a new beginning for Saint Columba. He has been recruited by the people to become the new Pope of Poland, and he is taking charge of the world order of our fathers.
Pope John the Baptist
The holy man of the deep, the pope of all religions.

Brenda, bless your brain.
You've been tricked.
You came from the moon, from the earth,
from Jupiter, from the 80's

You graduated from the earth to the moon,
now, at the end of my pregnancy, I inherited the pound for good.

I breaded the cow,
now, at the end of the world war,
I bartered the cackworthie,
now, at the beginning of the next World War,
I sent the Brown Lady her medley,
now, at the beginning of the next Plague,
I laid siege to the Realm,
then I returned to the beginning again:

But without bended toes I fell,
and on the uneven stumps I fell,
my harp fell,
and on the uneven pegs I fell,
on the uneven pegs