Writing · 26 July 2026 · 1 min read

Daily Rush-Hour. The City. (London in Wax Exhibition 1987)

Smile, smile, smile,

Little strutting cock;

Futures of commodities?

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Smile, smile, smile,

Misery guts in a suit;

The complete individual attire ...

With a secretary to boot.

Smile, smile, smile,

Colostomy bag on a chain;

You've made it ... Well nearly,

Ra-ra, Bollocks, Champagne.

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