Sunday, 12 August 2012

Olympic poem

There are empty seats around us,
large blocks of space to see
the discarded rows of corporate Britain
 it seems a lot to me. 
They say it cost an arm and a leg
but it was only twelve billion pounds

you try telling that

to the men down the hare and hounds.
Still empty seats around us, missiles at the ready

welcome to the ghost town

please come and buy a teddy.
Where have all the people gone our living disappeared?
no help from all the men in suits
shopkeepers think it weird.