I’m a middle-class achiever,
It’s Waitrose, not Aldi, for me.
I am all the things I have ever despised,
The epitome of petit bourgeoisie.
I have a comfortable life,
With my beautiful wife-
My detached home in the country!
I sip Chilean red wine,
In the Summertime.
Well, all year around,
I rage about social injustice,
Or jot it down, safely, in poetry.
I keep the garden tidy
And the house quite clean,
I pay my bills on time.
I’m a Middle-Class Achiever,
A law-and-order believer,
So everything’s just fine!
The view from here is quite divine .
We see the hedgehogs and the foxes,
Plus a grazing meadow or two.
It’s, definitively, a middle-class view,
From our neat, little hillside boxes,
Where our neat green grass is mown,
Until we are given even smaller boxes
We can, also, call our very own…