They would be able to smell my class
alias my 'dysfunction'
with all their senses on alert.
I knew that I could not avoid detection.
I was told that I have refined features for the working class.
So I tried to slip in unnoticed, alas
you know I've been around & also that I've had no books
& classical music wasn't allowed,
unless it was 'hooked on classics'
& so I got
hooked.
They would be able to smell my class
from a kilometre away.
The tip of my shoes would tell them,
the cut & shade of my hair,
the application of my make-up, my jewellery.
They would be able to tell
by my car, my address, my general appearance
& attitude
& by my household furniture
& by my
dog.
But even if this tricked them, my depth would tell them,
the depth of my anger.
It would be as soon as I opened my mouth,
the slack mouth, chipped teeth,
words mispronounced beneath the disheartened brow,
sentence structure, swearing, muttering & pausing,
the shy & awkward uncertain shifting,
from one topic to another.
Have you read so & so, or seen that production by so & so?
My answer is always
'no.' no.'
