Broadway Market, Tragic Seduction

Hardly anyone has any money here.  
Wondrous strip of gastronomique emporia,
a former eels 'n mash veg market.

The cars are flashier in 
more-colonised neighbouring Hoxton,

They're hanging by fingernail 
to exclusive Bohemia

they think its a birthright, waiting for Asiatic

Oligarchs to price them completely off the board. *

But knowing all the while that Asia is tragically
 seduced by our template, by the

challenge of meeting our culture.  That's the bluff.
Bourgeoisie bohemian decadence wins one day
at a time.  Until 
it's values are challenged, its liberal market mode

thrown and replaced with theocracy

of patriarchal, despotic supremacism,
the triumph which may never occur, then

this bourgeoisie farce must continue to its eventual

clash with its nemesis.
(whatever that may be)
 They're all living in converted

drawing rooms, or sharing narrow boats on the canal

avoiding mooring fees, furnished by skip toss-outs, smoking

shaggy rollies and drinking real ale like Victorian factory

workers, waiting for a retirement slot in the new workhouse.

* (by subtle, atomised international property investment

portfolios, buying into ghi ghi-ed up council blocks along the Regents canal)