Coated black, grey minded

in dark suits and narrow ties

compromising dubious ethics

behind their wide thin-lipped insincere smiles

which hide their frequent lies

they tell us what we want to hear yet

never really give us what we thirst for most and need.

just more amoral corporate shite that pays heed

to nought but Mamon’s ravening and

devouring hunger for greed and greed and greed.

Greed for dollar,

Greed for yen

drive snyde cunning sliders

corporate snakes ever on

and up their greasy ladders,

creeping, crawling, cavorting

capacious creative canards peddling within

the glass and steel and concrete

shaped by flickering neon lights

multi-coloured twinkling fingers

pointed against a grey and cloudy sky.

Floors of industrial beauty rising high above the wharf

water rounded brackish muddy flats slimy and grim.

From the river were we dragged to build upon the land

but towers of commerce slick, morphed

cathedrals of illuminated sins?

And, as the good night fades,

the beauty of the lights grow dim

giving way

to another day

as the muddy trade begins.