51. The Problem Of Being Over-Qualified
I was too qualified for the job
so it's lucky they employed me
in the lucky factory, of the lucky country.
They wouldn't let me write poetry
or read my books on the quiet machines.
There was no-one to talk to for hours
or for nights & weeks on end.
So I was drilling holes in my mind,
with prescription amphetamine,
the quiet lobotomy.
Those with positions or power, keep the doors shut.
Even when you have worked your way to the doormat.
The impenetrable wood, locked into a class above your own.
'Who are you?' 'I'm Coral Hull
from Liverpool, with the problem of being over qualified,
of escaping grinding poverty, with my dignity still intact.' |
