Coral Hull: Poetry: Point-Blank-Poor: 43. Dirt-Poor-Cop

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CORAL HULL: POINT-BLANK-POOR
43. Dirt-Poor-Cop

There's a novelty in slumming it, you can be sure
all the hippies, students, backpackers & alternative
types are well read & from the middle classes.
The working class are in the boring jobs,
are factory shit-kickers, in jail, the police force,
or the army, or dead already.
(haven't got the time or energy for conservation)
I wish I could slum it like the middle class hippies.
In the big rebellion from rich mummies & daddies.
But I'm from the working classes, worn
down in my twenties, it took me twenty years
to get rid of my base christianity, my homophobia,
racism & small minded morality & to learn
how to pronounce my words properly.

My friend in the police force still arrests
her own class & pronounces her 'th' as 'f'.
The petty crims call her the dirt-poor-cop.
When they ask for their right to make a phone call,
she says 'I'll fink about it.'

    

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