Biography:
And do these feet in modern time,
Walk upon Baglands mountains green:
And was the holy Bag of God,
On Baglands pleasant pastures seen! 

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our littered hills?
And was the retail park builded here,
Full of dark Satanic tills? 

Bring me my Bag of packaged goods:
Bring me my TV of desire:
Bring me my fear: O Bins unfold:
Bring me my Trolly full of fire.

I will not cease from Anxious Fight,
Nor shall my Phone sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Bagrusalem,
In Bnglands green & plastic Land.

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