The South East and 2018

Negative equity could be the new kid on the block
Ian put his finger on it maybe its the shock
That hits the time starved southerners
When unconventional oil
Comes knocking with its drills and rigs
Upon this mortal coil

The philosophy of existence
What is actuality
The beautiful British countryside
Its materiality
The bedrock that we think of
The sum and substance there
Invaded by the corporates
Who really do not care

To them its really nothingness
Wiped out maybe so
Their mansions they are far away
In a golden glow
Here there is a hollowness
A place where there is shale
The energy the balance sheet
Each barrels cost
Doth sail

Forth into a margin that brings
An avid smile
Back into the boardroom
Its not been there for a while
The forties pipe the cold snap
Its Going the right way
And some of those long haired protectors
May feel they have had their day

Jim Ratcliffe will be laughing
It seems he has got it made
He is certainly stacking up the dosh
And it won’t be the lemonade
He is quashing at the midnight hour
But Dom Perignon For he
Feels a jolly good fellow
As I am sure some will agree

Jack frost is set to help him
And Its great geology
Acid fracks will do it
So much disharmony
Breaking up the fissures
Pumping in the slick
Fracturing the ancient shale
They do not miss a trick

And they will remain the master
Eroding all the wealth
Any of us thought we had
They now will take by stealth
Create the work of chaos
And disunion abroad
And watch us as we stumble
Without our true reward

With our countryside beginning
To rupture and to be
Broken torn and shattered
By the finality
The end game as our aquifers
Are opened and we see
And taste the taint of ugliness
Where ever it will be