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the moribund middle classes
are making little lists of all
the things they have and everything
they’ve missed “oh dear what have we missed?”
now they want to own the cities
they want to own the council flats
schools for their own little people
playtime with smoothies, yoga mats
they pout and shout and stamp their feet
no money left, they fear the chop
the social ladder kicked away
no more room nearly at the top
“might have to sack the nanny, love”
so they’re losing benefits too
along with the right to feel smug
or better placed than me and you
we all now face redundancy
all face inflation and despair
when looking around for comfort
they're finding it's no longer there
their boss, their broker, their system
have all forgotten to play fair
the cracks are showing in the dream
it’s called designer-wear and tear.
POETRY
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LILY D JAMES
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