There is no rain

There is no rain

Just a dirty sky

With a choice of colour

At sunset

Put it in a brochure

For an audience

Of salesman

They will be the death of us

If they keep knocking

The whole house

Will fall down

Not even the truth

Of London Bridge

Will stop

A fool from buying

Into a lie

If creation happened

Overnight

Is there a wall

Or a clifftop

From which we fall

That being said

If irony is dead

It is no revelation

To reveal

Happy trigger fingers

Are no less twitchy

Than alley cats are frisky

And can blow it all away

In less than one day