Shoreditch

No time for posing, no words for texts and positive thinking.
I'm built up on a city lost in its wires, constructive metropolitan.
Our Gardener grew the biggest Gurkin in Europe,
The kind of place where no one eats, they stare

Watching that screening close by are the cottagers of Shoreditch,
The frenzied Bangladeshi eating-seekers, the whooping colours of cool and the band
The oozing terrace of the Brewery staring masterly at the wall of Buildings rising, rising,
But no difference is made with the rise of wall-art, the street glaring back at its center.

Where the hell is this Garden growing Gurkin, building and crushing time?