63: London, she's coming home

London, she's coming home.
Our adopted child who grew alone
and yes, the gifts are brimming
with vague thoughts and complimentaries.

She's coming from the other sphere
carrying loads of culture on her back,
with mouth shot from all its
debate and glory,
her famed spirit never got enough.

London, she's our brave old girl
with her boots to kick
and the fashion twirl
but she can't make a beauty out of nothingness at all;
don't mind her endless uselessness
and waste-worthy presence
because after she leaves,
London, we will fall.