Author: Anonymous
Piccadilly Pink
Let’s seek joy in the greyness
The pink flowers in the city
The touch of life in melancholy
Let’s change history
White men and their smugness
Their busts and what they express
Let’s find fiction
About balloons and butterflies
To alleviate our lives
Let’s dream till sunrise
Lulled by love and wine addiction
Forget about the restriction
Jail Tower
Jail Tower
Deep blue sky walls
But I can’t see the sky
Neither a single flower
Welcome to one of London’s students’ halls
Don’t be shy, come by!
Explore this amazing place
Which is my space
Meet the grey squirrels and black cats
Which wander around the flats
And dive into the bins
Roaming little dark djinns
Let’s go now to my cell
Where floats a musty smell
I open the window to get fresh air
A scent of smoke or weed climbs to me
Thanks to the lower smoker or junky
Alone in my costly 11 square metres
Trying to find light in this darkness
To push those frail heaters
To overcome my loneliness
I hear noises at night
Phone calls, hair dryer, but no one in sight
I feel like I live with ghosts
Dirty and noisy hosts
Don’t know what “to clean” means
Those porcine teens
When I can I escape
Go to nicer landscapes
Take the old Tube lines
Far away from these swines
I flee to the city
Where I enjoy university
Museums, restaurants and shows
And inside my heart, joy flows
But at night I need to come back
To my dear bivouac
In the last minutes of the Tube I get ready
Warm my ankles up
Hide my bosom under my shawl
Hope to not see a soul
And I get up
Breathe deep and exit through the night
Since then, I always made it without a fight
I’ll soon be home
In my beautiful Swiss dome
I’ll miss the musicals, cream teas, salsa, and my girls,
I really found some pearls
But I’ll smile at the airport
Cause I’ll be out of S****** Court!