London Boy
Just as as he was himself designed this way
To live fine tuned
The London boy invincible
Rode cavalier ...with shaved back hair
And grew from only middling
To clutch the rod of Dieter Ram
And Braun those principles until they gleamed anew
The iCloud storage plan was ticking loudly
In iTime..
His genius touch was mocking him
His team could not design a soul
The foolish man within him drove too fast
The DB2 bit back.
He rammed the perfect thing into a pole
And crushed it to his bones
They merely paid him more to keep him safe
Another DB2 burst into flames
They paid him more again
Starve on poor world for these are only games.
He’s steeped in Bentleys Rovers Astons
And heaves his beefy frame around
A Caste Gold Mansion of Chrome Palms
Thru beds of digitalis and metallica
And Passion Fruit whose nectar is not passion.
The London Boy is grinning down on us
Who swim in vanquished pools
Knight of the Realm his nights are never starless
He is no longer Everyman.
His moments do not idle
He’s in a steel chrome land of polished space
And linear dimension.
He's topped tenacity
He is a sparkling Diadem
God of the plastics... a Deity of Light
Beyond the touch of all mankind
Who touch his product
He did all this dodging the snipers stream line bullets
Altho he learned to draw by hand.
Kristine Byrne 20th November 2013