Poetry Blog by Paul Blackburn

I saw Mrs CV yesterday in the supermarket

she wasn’t at all what I thought she would be

middle-aged with a smiley, rounded face

nothing evil about her at all

 

There were too many people

at the check-outs

I ran out of there for safety reasons

passing her frolicking kids

on the newspaper stand

 

‘Hey!’ shouted Mr CV

loitering on one of the doors

‘come and pick...

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Dragged up in back streets

this working class kid made good

in learning and position

I had the job, the money, the status, more money

I was ready

But then a voice said

YOU are not dinner party material!

I cried

then whined:

The further education?

The aspirations?

The witty repartee?

The middle class accent?

The money?

A voice said you are NOT dinner party ...

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