NO CLASS

I stared into my eyes
Today,
I thought
No way!
Hey
Are you still here?
The mirror stared
Back at me,
I could see
The glee
Eyes blurred
Too much beer.
Hair such a mess,
I prayed
God bless
For the way I dress,
Scruffily casual
Hear hear.
I opened the door
Took my place
Amongst the poor,
Working class
Kiss my ass
I know the sneer.
I see me
Plain as can be,
Scum or fly
We all bleed and die
Piss in a lavatory
Is that clear?
You ain't any better
Doctor or lawyer
Still a bed wetter,
Don't shit your pants
We're all just worker ants
What? Is that fear.
Look into my eyes
See the future?
There are brighter skies
Take your head out your arse
No such thing as class,
Equality is the land to steer.

Phil Hall  October 2014