Yes, cities seem to be necessities
We fit in these immensities, sardines
In our tin buses, trains, trams. Salford Quays
To Albert Square, please. Tins of human beans
All the same, indistinguishable. Deans-
gate, mustn’t be late, it’s nearly ten. Clock
Is ticking, Town Hall chimes, coffee beans, means
Another day’s work. Time’s gone when I’d mock
The race; the pace is hot, I’ve got to stock
Up on caffeine. The universities
Have been and gone with all their dons and deans
And I am one of their sons, their lost flock
The shocking costs, the mounting bills and fees
The billboards mock if you’ve not got the means
Thur 21 Aug 2008
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