The Streets of London Are Not Paved With Gold
by Laura Wilson



The Streets of London are Paved with Dog Turds,
Chewing Gum, and Slimey Nuclear Spider-Worms.
The Sky is Steely-Grey, the Sun so Bright,
I Have to Wear Dark Glasses,
Even At Night.

Be Aware of The Jabber-Wok My Son,
The Diet of Worms Will Make You Sick,
And Glue Your Guts with MonoSodium Glue-te-mate, Mate.

Thus Spake The Walrus, My Son,
The Six-Billion-Dollar Question Remains Unanswered E'en Today.

But Eye Don't Care Anymore About Who Started What.
In Fact, I'm Going to Hibernate for The Entire Nuclear Winter,
And I'm Never Going to Appear in The Daylight Hours,
Until The End Of Days is Finally Over.