Ode to Sam's Chicken (in Kentish Town)

From the 2016 archive

Goodbye Sam’s chicken

You’ve gone the way of Woolworths and O’Rilley’s.

Moved along so the bankers can roost.

They say a Franco Manca is coming.

Whatever the fuck that is: it can fuck off.

In pile the young to reduce the spare room subsidy.

Thank you.

The old die helpfully; the mad meander in the streets; the doorways full at night.

Oh, Kentish Town how I loved you.

But now you’re full of wankers

I feel I hardly know you. Now.