Mr Politician

Please Mr. Politician,
build another roadway soon,
more complex than the last,
for the slums you've just completed
hurt my top caste eyes.
Please Mr. Guide,
when the Cadillacs draw up,
show them Bond Street and Kensington Mews
but leave out
Mr. Politician and his Notting Hill pews.

Dirty brownslug through the canyon flow;
concrete canyon limb of city's heart:
commuters' heart.
Through them flow
and take them all to see.

Exit through the inlet dear
and buy your ice-creams here,
and when the "Rape of Time" comes on
make sure you hear
the other people laugh,
even though we call you that for fun.

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