CRASH UK

Howdy. Here's a poem I wrote towards the end of last year, but it still seems relevant:

Oi You! Concrete crown of island nation,
Friend of style, youth, power, ambition,
Strength of a crocodile, strength of a prison,
I drove full speed in to your vision.

I walked in the rhythm of the London life,
Bobbing, weaving, ducking through the daily strife,
I walked through you City – golden sacred mile,
With the powerful and rich who neither frown nor smile,

But now you shudder as the whole world shakes,
Production changes, the small man quakes,
Your big bold players raised the stakes too high,
And as it turns out we were unable to fly – so we crashed.

I was wooed by the London style,
By men with their money and women with their guile,
And the rhythm felt alright,
I was anonymous by day and invisible by night,
I listened to the London sound,
Commercial Trance, The Big Cheese and Underground,

But now! Oh Great City, Oh Big Smoke!
So strong, so bold, so wise, so broke.