NaPM April 10 2013

[Leanne]

Salted sands of shining hue,
Warm beneath the bronzing glow,
Mirrored in the heavenly blue,
Where dreams are born and left to grow –
Among the gleaming ebb and flow
Of smiles and splendid stories told
By those whose job it is to know:
The glitter city spreads its gold.

Add plastic glamour to the brew,
Sit back and watch the polished show,
While parti-coloured troubles stew
Inside the gilded portmanteau
That tourists carry when they go
Back to their sordid lives and old
Existence while, amid the woe,
The glitter city spreads its gold.

Beyond the aura bright, a few
Avoid the lure of ethics low,
And from their mouths the Scriptures spew,
While at the mass of sin they throw
Their warnings, like the cawing crow;
Such Right to moral breasts they hold,
Yet in the seething undertow,
The glitter city spreads its gold.

In black and white, the to and fro
Ensures the Coast is never cold –
So while the shallow breezes blow,
The glitter city spreads its gold.