OH NO IM GOING MIDDLE CLASS

My worst nightmare

I lay there on the bed

quite often the comfy settee

words were coming to me

some of them could be poetry

with rhymes and fancy stuff

F**K ME

that's a bit middle class for me.

I'm laying there for an hour or three

then its up for a cup of tea

I grab pen and paper

I'm ready now you see

twenty minutes later

still not a word from me

that's about right-thank Christ

proves I'm not middle class,

now for some class war poetry .

Reviews

[ETERNITY]

Hmmm, you mention Christ...
We each write our own, eh?

[yorkie]

indeed your right but mine is as a profanity not a belief . i do thank you for your comment as you say each to our own .

[ETERNITY]

indeed
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