going to London town

Fourteen years of immaturity

With battles fought and lost

Ill fitting clothes of conformity

Poor style of little cost

Trainers with brand displayed

Counterfeit and market bought

Designer labels meant to say

You’re streetwise and badly taught

Travelling to the streets of gold

Such optimism is never down

The future that pop culture sold

Going down to London town

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Middle aged looks in decline

Last years colour and style

Trembling from too much wine

With too many jobs on file

Heavy make up cheap perfume

Sitting with a distant stare

Trendy magazine to consume

Of a lifestyle She’s not aware

Travelling to the streets of gold

Such optimism is never down

The future that feminism sold

Going down to London town

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Grey beard and greyer mind

Wrinkled deep with pain

Youthful rebellion well behind

Galvanised once again

To gather in the failed and weak

His courteous motives pure

His successes he’ll never speak

After so many a drastic cure

Travelling to the streets of gold

Searching up town and down

For what drugs and drink left cold

Going down to London town