oh how i hate thee.
oh how you fill me with nausea.....!
with your Harrods shopper
and your gaggle of ladies who lunch
(at £170 each)
and your Burberry-boutique-H&M mixing
where can I find a quietude?
where can i find solace?
away from the spend spend high high capitalism?
your huddled workers.
eating their lunches
seated, precariously, at the edge of the Zara window
gazing at the lovely vista
of the tube entrance.
mercedes to mercedes
pink stretch limo to pink stretch limo
how I hate thee.