FLASH BANG LONDON
In a flash London was back
Back on the map, back on track
Back to back but never back to that
Dark days of 2011;
Its 2012 and London is heaven
All sins forgiven; despite there being more poor in prison
Isn’t this an old one Stephen? Just being retold
For the new youth, while the new old, remember
Stories from days past
When 10 pence could make the day last
Where we walked slow and we prayed fast
How does this one end again? The detail escapes me,
But I see through their gloss; what dem posh wanna make me.
Still, the fireworks were excellent; emotional, expensive
Which in ‘these times of austerity’ makes me apprehensive
Can we afford this? Really though, can we?
If we can, then that’s all good
But can you stop trying to skank me? And thank me
Come hand me a couple of Olympic tickets
(something close to the finish line)
While I’m writing these slogans on placards and pamphlets
For colleagues who are standing on picket lines.
See, it’s just a whole lot of politics
I need someone to help me unpick it
We all gotta have our fair share of the glory
Or lets tell dem man where to stick it.
Still, the fireworks were excellent; the party more intimate
The purse string are tight and them clubs I’m not into it.
So we rave on in maisonettes
Pissing through the xmas debts
Cut the decks, place your bets and laugh off your losses
A punch of rum, some drum and bass
Your wifey whining on ya waist
A smile on every drunken face
For whatever life offers.