looking for fried mice
and the scent of ancient petrol
Propaganda by the Metro
covers crispy bite of fish and chips
sip slowly from you icy drink
While the beggar slowly blinks
to a Caribbean beat sung with cockney slang
slung slowly on a child's dripping ice cream
Inexplicably green is todays city dream
forests of green domes and spires
sets fire to the soul of an underdog
And gives the delusional man in chinos
reason to live
reason to blog
To plug into you p h o n e
and techin-coloured t e l e p h o n e
The tired radio presenter mumbles
platforms steep
And the streets, finally silent in united London sleep.
