London I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down

Something for the fruit flies;

something for the pain:

a little pill – 20mg

to get me through each day.


Another rat has appeared

dead beneath the sink;

I sink into my overdraft

to get my round of drinks.


Now my body doesn’t look

like a young man’s does

from sitting in an office,

two hours on the bus.


So when will I grow up,

and what will I become?

Being twenty in your thirties

is not really so much fun.