Kensington and Chelsea by David R Mellor

I am not a silent poet

Sleep well tonight

With your burning

Log fire


Scurrying and searching,

For that 12 year old wine


A steaming shower

Cooled with luxury cosmetics,

Burning your botox lips


Sleep well tonight,

Holding on to those

Curled up in fresh satin sheets


And what troubles you?

You don’t want the poor

Living in a block of flats next door.

Well, now you don’t have to worry about that anymore

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