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,

Actually.

I rage about social injustice,

Internally,

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…