Glowbus
Like dice
Shaken and tossed
About a Cockney Vegas
Of blingbling dreams
And absurd stage sensations
(A webberized phonebook
Boxed and officed
Would still ring the till)
You east end up
On some shore
In the gutter
Blinded
Deafened
And just dumb enough
To hop on
The bandwagon again
When the curtain
Has fallen.