LONDON HIGH-RISE

            The graffiti spreads like muck along the walkways

            In the lifts and on the stairs;

            BOLLOCKS TO THE POLL TAX

            TANYA SUCKS and CORINNE FUCKS

            The stench of urine everywhere

 

            This calcified menagerie

            Bakes hearts as hard as concrete

            Solidifies old attitudes, buries hope

            Deifies ignominy

 

            Here, echoes of hollow laughter

            Ghost through the floors

            Children play high-rise hopscotch

            And stilettos click rhythmically

            Along tuneless corridors

 

            Another circus of misfits

            Adrift in the maze

            Cocooned in captivity

            In this graceless legacy

            Of the stack-em-high days

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