Opulent snakes and ladders
on which bullion with ice
pillow gets kippered
on merit gutless peeling in virtue,
a bouquet of life the lawn
decibel noise reduction panels &
the doors are closed,
squinting gables through premium
petrol curls up a secluded Ponte Giardino
and down with our enemies rest on
cash in chub stained dawn ruses
you can't chasten a flower-filled consort
of fair ideals the subordinates keep
keening on some cordoned fence
crusted in doubloons and trackie bums
poor bleeders piss off and die
like a rat in the rubbish,
gilts fléches in Teutoburg Forest
as Autumn of Euro-Ketchup
nothingness & never today
