Land

 

This is the land of dangerous love,

Of amorous experiment;

 

This is the land of freezing football,

Of floodlit cloggers with intent;

 

This is the land of the mangled sweethearts,

Of boyfriends too careless to repent.

 

This is the land of gloating towers,

Of the neighbours’ warning shots;

 

This is the land of the quick backhander,

Of the under-counter bungled plots;

 

This is the land of the two-for-one offer,

First come, first serve, punch ups in the parking lots.

 

This is the land of the cheapest thrill,

The bitter pill, the slide downhill;

 

This is the land of the plush country estate,

Keep well clear and pay at the gate;

 

This is the land of the booze-up, puke-up,

The armies of the grab-pub grub-sup;

 

This is the land of the low blow, no show,

Of bosses with their goons in tow;

 

This is the land of discarded snacks,

Chucked away down the pavement’s cracks;

 

This is the land of insider deals,

Of sleazy, spit-turned Ferris wheels.

 

This is land of the skiver-driver,

Slipping his workmates each a fiver.

A love rat, zooming home guilt-free,

Back to his wife and family.

Some days it could be you or me.