(20 minute poetry)

Then there'd be a metropolis and who among the outcasts would miss the small minds of the small towns?

I choose to lose myself in the black shadows of grey tower blocks and shuffle my day away on tarmacadam streets, no cobblestones, no oil lamps to light dingy homes, everything to marvel at in the metropolis is where it's at.

Fritz'll make a film about it or perhaps that's already been done.

Electricity for me,
piped in
typed in
hot water and heating at the touch of a button takes some beating.

The past will disappear as if it was never here at all
and the call of the wild in the fields where
I was a child will vanish too.

We'll have to pay for it,
a metropolis costs an arm and a leg,
We'll have to beg.

And don't expect Superman or Batman
you won't even get a suntan
only the fat man, the tally man,
the scallywags and dustbin men
and then there'd be a metropolis.