Welcome to our version of Heaven
This is Gloria, my name’s Kevin
Please take your seat on the monorail
We’ll whizz you along our guided trail

You’ll notice everything’s up on legs
a thousand feet above the heads
of all the dreadful hoi polloi
the toxic waste and alkaloids
but flying guards with zapping clubs
efficiently stop them climbing up

Each cluster of our living units
is serviced by gondolas of startling newness
rowed by robots with programmed voices
to sync with your particular choices

Your food is grown in satellite sects
in shimmering domes of silvered perspex
to provide your body with all it needs
to keep your earnings up to speed

Every month The Holders meet
in a gilded dome on Krugerrand Street
where the founding plutocrats briefly appear
beneath a crystal chandelier
to answer any points or gripes
and keep your earnings in their sights

But as in life there’s always a catch
each of our houses come with a hatch
we open remotely at any time
to punish you for a range of crimes
the worst of which being Failure to Fund
which renders your tenancy moribund
The board convenes, the lever’s thrown
and off you go to the great unknown!

So – Lovely to see you! Now – what’s next?
Please hand in your passports for credit checks