Pubco Pub In Pimlico Poem by Michael Hall

Kill the Hub of your Community.
A Wonderful Business Opportunity.
 
Roll up, Roll up, Form an orderly queue.
Now recruiting, the Good and the few.
Run your own pub, be your own boss,
Take out a mortgage, Run at a loss,
Trade off your dreams, Flog your ambition.
An Endlessly Futile war of Attrition.
 
Line up, Sign up, Welcome to hell.
A New Lease, a life in my Customised Cell.
Circling overheads, Extortionate rent,
Abusive Language with Violent intent,
Eternal Judgement, Tempers Frayed.
Look at the Sacrifices we've made!
 
A Room with a View, a Crows-nest, a Prison,
A Strangled Passion, a Blinded Vision.
Mourn the Boom, Embrace the Bust,
Hang up the Cobwebs, Sprinkle the Dust,
Board up the windows, Bolt the door.
I don't want to play this game anymore!