ManicWorld Magazine

He sat at my dinner table
One elbow on it and the other
Hand gesticulating

I had a part-time job you know
It was painting and decorating with Keith
It was such a lark.

It was really hard tho he sniffs
I couldn’t afford Sky Sports
During that period of my life

He should really ask the girls
Who shared garments
Three in a room
Mismatched floor-door-carpets.

But we’re all Middle Class
Aren’t we? I was once told
We must all have the desired accoutrements
To reach this place:

You must sit
Atop the throne of assurance
The cloak of self confidence
Never explored and never won.

I’ll hang on to my tubers
If that’s okay with you, I unspoke
Immigrant and working class
Anything but middling

Because even though you know
There’s further to fall
You always have
More to give.