from a collection entitled “Secrets & Lies” by Gary Knapton
Cool embalms your great metropolis
Style is the star of your show
Forget New York and the Asian wannabes
Only one place you gonna go
Money long-soaked through your dark cavities
Wealth bubbled over your bile
We call you a gimmick
We then try and mimic
Your international style
Might is a brand and it's name is London
Built on maritime ties
Rarely looking out at the rest of the UK
Wouldn’t wanna sully your eyes
Bow your heads to the landed gentry
Tailored in the Savile Row stitch
Berkeley, Grosvenor, Cadogan, Portman
The unapologetic old rich
Hedge-fund boys with their Hampstead helipads
Only count as “nouveau riche”
That’s so vile we say it in French
Old money is a water-tight niche
Russian billionaires blinged up in Belsize
Does not a pretty sight make
All the money in the world never bought class
To the un-inherited fake
On Golders Green
‘Cross Mayfair boulevards
Hidden down the cobbled street mews
The Garter and Crown owns half the island
Quietly collecting its dues
Here for the season
All the progeny
Effortless, anonymous, chic
Wrapped in the glare of their androgyny
Far from the maddening clique
Round the elegant curves of Regents Park
On the corners of your Square Mile
We doff our caps
To the capital chaps
With the international style
24/04/2014
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