Good morning Britain Is it safe to switch on my TV yet? Or are we all still hysterical Over secret sex lives, Screaming at a lynching Like pre-teen Beatlemaniacs, Frothing, bloodlusted In the thrill of the hunt Set up the gallows! Pull on his legs! Make him cry mercy! Make him beg! Then we can all return To our small concerns As we step over the homeless In the street. Harry Gallagher
