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Thursday, 28 May 2015

ULTRA-MIDDLE CLASS (POEM)


                                                       ULTRA-MIDDLE CLASS 


                                                      By Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
                                                             
                                                                 


                                       I am adopted Scottish working class,
             
                                       And forget the dubious past!
                         
                                       That's what I forlornly say

                                       To keep me on the straight and narrow way.

                                       But if I with the crass Londinium crew had stayed

                                       Would my thoughts of youth have been underplayed?


                                       Thus says the fearsome Hyde that from my Jekyll might have risen

                                       To be treated with overwhelming eternal derision:

                                      'Kick them in their arses

                                      While we live out life's farces;

                                      Truth is whatever we can get away with,

                                      Mistruth is what we try to slay with;

                                      Let us play with our Will-ies

                                      And defraud the weak as sillies;

                                      Let us pretend from behind our Utopian masks

                                      To do everything Her Majesty asks;

                                      Let us play Prince Machiavelli's game

                                      While evicting the sick and the lame;

                                      We weren't all born the same!

                                      Let us strive for our OBEs

                                      While we drag Them through the sleaze;

                                      Let us our histories write

                                      While putting our next generations out of sight;

                                      Like the almighty self-aggrandising Cameronians and popes,

                                      Who are really quite inconsiderate dopes,

                                      We're completely fucked up and full of shite'.


                                       Thank goodness I did not take the bite!

                                       And now I struggle to emphathise with the ordinary
       
                                       Rather than the self-acclaimed extraordinary

                                       With all my ever weakening might,

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