Dog's Life

‘Look me up, ’ she lied.

I took her at her word.

She lived in the Royal Kennels.

If there were other animals,

I couldn’t see:

Just columns and windows,

Brooding like butlers.

How easy access is

If you pad in unannounced;

Everyone’s barking,

Of course.

A slum dog

Down Millionaire Row

Soon learns the part.

Now, if the plates aren’t gold,

I send the food back.

Riot On

They’ve been rioting for centuries,

Though no one listens;

Britannia has gone to sleep.

Looting is the new shopping,

Tonight, at least.

A city, for once, united

To get what it can take.

This nation of shoplifters,

Napoleon might have said,

Where even those who’ve made it

Are on the make:

While London is burning
At the stake.