Poem -

Ch Ch Changes.

London town does get me down.

No longer the streets are paved with gold.

And the weather most times is c c cold.

The cost of living is sky high.

And it's even dear when you fucking die.

The air pollution does ail my lungs.

And people in charge take illegal bungs.

People no longer stop and talk.

Past you they blindly walk.

London town is no longer the same.

And no longer safely tame.

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