|Current Bother UK|
It rains, and then it shines.
Life intermittently parodies the errant weather,
A postcode once reputable
is shown for what it is
ripe for re-development and subletting.
Never knowing our neighbours !
At 4.30 am the dispossed can even be heard
talking to themselves in the unlit streets.
Secured turnstile Rail Stations are under-utilised
as the morning Daily Telegraph readership
dries up into the groaning middle aged unemployed.
Life is changing so fast for those lucky to work - flashes
Globalisation, action plans, micro management.
We are seemingly chained and dis-orientated
and our Youth are lost
to a sea of viral exhortation -
fans of Reality TV
flounce around as bandana Rioters.
The economics for under-graduate self - improvers
dangles debt and dissolution whilst
the tax payers en masse
unquestionably finance the re-militarisation
of UK Gun boat diplomacy,
which our Eton Master
presumes "We the Unspoken"
are the willing moral heirs to this affront.
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