Nineteen youngsters cut out from Life. I thought blood feuds went out with the dark Dark Ages? Well, Welcome to London.   A city of playgrounds. This city's a jungle. Our city's a warzone.   Knives now. Guns next. Then what? Just guess.                    

End of Auction. You won, Pay now! A seven day race stops In my sorry wallet. (A retail marathon.) Enticed by a thumbnail And the bargain's fragrance It's joy in cyberspace. Gifts from Afar Are mine At last.

Greyness And warmth Greet my Senses. The clock strikes a time blurred By watery vision. Sounds like the afternoon. Downstairs conversations Fly through dead walls and wake My horizontal mass. My head Lies flat My dreams: Clouded.

Tone up. Stretch out. No pain, No gain. Just five minutes a day! You'll put the gods to shame! Hercules is nothing! Upper abs, lower legs, Require sculpting or else The Flab Monster returns! I sweat, I wheeze, Striving For strength.

Mmm, fresh! Is that My sink? So clean! Who knew vinegar could Cut through grease and gunk and Grime; through crumbs and spillage? Vile hoards of rebel germs Will find no asylum In this Land of Hygiene. The shine, It says, 'Look, just Like new!'