The Rag Trade

"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces! Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high. Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees; Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly. May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires. Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire! Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them, For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'. Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well? Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod? There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God! Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news! Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds! Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter! Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter! Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.