the new middle class

The new middle-class

 

I’m making a soup the house smells of garlic

they tell me, in building, I use too much of this delicious onion

here in Portugal were all meals has garlic as an ingredient.

But I do as I please, they can close a window or fuck off.

I do not belong here in an apartment building with snobs

who thinks they have reached, the middle-class status they?

Where striving to get a foothold.

There are three lifts two for people and one for cargo,

and workers I take that lift because it is mostly empty.

 Many of the dwellers in this block are Portuguese and

have been working in France in a shared flat to save for

this, and kudos to them, but it is a mistake to look down

on the locals, by being rude; you are a stuck- lot

remember where you came from.

◄ angst in the night

it is finally over ►

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