South Acton Estate
Slippery slide, in the South Acton estate
A unbearable, yet ill fated state
Of mind and body, and roads strayed
The junction ahead of bills unpaid
Metal clanging sounds of satellite dishes
And bloodied knuckles from beating Mrs
The cracks in the pavement, the crack in the pipe
All is real here, no falsehoods, no hype
A stones throw away from the rich and famous
Live the underworld of London's dangerous
Muggers and thieves and drug dealers
‘Keep Out' signs for the non believers
Graffiti stained walls and run down shops
The sound of sirens from the cops
A backdrop of what Britain is today
Where problmes are hidden, but not gone away!
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