Best Middle Class Poems
They don’t understand our situation
They say they do behind their t.vs. and CNN
Half hearted donations
Safe behind locked doors and minivans
Saying “Just go to school, just get a job”
“work hard and you’ll get your due”
“This I promise you”
While they take my taxes and spend it on
Killing people like me
Citizens, innocent women and children
People of different colored skin
Blaming people like me, saying that I’m the reason
Why America is going downhill
Losing moralities
Shootouts and killings
They just don’t understand our situation
This is a war
Soldiers outlined in chalk
Concrete Angels
We don't bring the violence
Violence seeks us
They just don't understand the damn situation
They think that I love to live
In poverty, dejection
Never seeing my parents because they work minimum wage jobs
Pushing them until their bones grind
And it’s my rage against the damn machine this time
Myself, working two occupations
with a lower class education
Trying to take advantage of what
My situation
Can dish out to me
I’m squeezing out the last flippin’ penny
Taking 9 classes at a time
War against the poor, right?
The rich get richer and the poor worse off
Then when it all started
Playing my only trump card over and over
But when they change the rules, what’s my future
Going to be?
Yes, this is my future, so leave it up to me
Stay behind the damned SUVS and flippin’
Suburbia Universe, Leave it to Beaver
To hack off my opportunities
Because I’m sick and tired of
False Robin Hoods running around like their saving the world
But really, they are just
Robbin’ hoods
A basic cause of inflation is an economic reality
Which has little to do with prevailing political ideology,
Rather it is rooted in elementary consumerism
And stopping it depends on a proper methodology.
Demand for a specific commodity goes out of control
When there is far more demand than availability.
Simply, a shortage of supplies to meet the demands
The higher price that short commodity commands.
A shortage of goods caused by supply chain woes
Made huge numbers of commodities scarcer, you see
And those vendors who could raised their prices,
So many things cost more than they had previously.
Fears oil-producing countries might not meet needs
Lead to major oil companies raising prices per gallon.
Indeed, some gouging no doubt elevates our concern
Some commodities also purposely held up, we learn.
Consider, some major corps are making record profits
And there seems no lack of the commodity they sell
Particularly pharmaceuticals have an increasing market
They can regulate the number of pills produced, do tell.
So inflationary prices, in this specific case, are artificial
Check out the earnings/loss statements of drug moguls.
You will do a slow burn discovering this manipulation
Producers won’t admit their fault for spiraling inflation.
Inflationary trend is designed to destroy the middle class
The rich can afford to pay more for what they indulge
While the middle class struggles to afford the necessities,
But don’t expect astute politicians this fact to divulge.
They will raise the federal interest rates promising relief
But commonsense tells us that, too, hurts the little man.
Unfortunately, we have also farmed out manufacturing
So, we have lost commodity control to stupid posturing.
Written May 14, 2022
[along with a degree in American history,
I have studied graduate level economics.
There is much more to inflation, but we
must not overlook basic consumerism.]
David Cameron and The Middle Class Lass
She was ‘ordinary’, ‘middle class’ a ‘one of us’ kind of lass
Or at least that’s how she was presented through the rose tinted glass
And the message that was there was hope for us all
That we too could go to the ball
And we watched and watched and waited and waited
And she even earned the nick-name ‘Waitie Katie’
But somehow despite this perfect vision
We weren’t allowed to hear
Because when she spoke it was loud and clear
That this middle class lass
The one we had only spied through the rose tinted glass
Was nothing of the sort
(And thinking for oneself is something that we are no longer taught)
Then the lone voice of Hilary Mantel spoke
And it seemed like the window was about to be broke
But her saviour, Mr Cameron, did not wait
Or hesitate
He knew just what to do to preserve the myth
He simply called her Princess Kate.
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Marginalized middle finger people
moving upwardly mobile
on a quality-of-life escalator going always down
Mall pallbearers for the palladium pocketeers,
(them who bring forth weekly pocket tears)
Three-piece suit gator claws with Wall Street wolf ears
Kiss-the-ring finger people
trying to climb up the societal brass rung
Getting pyramid food chain hung —
Pink slip of the tongue
will make the money grubbers
perennial bottom feeders
Green thumb people
got phased out when the New Deal got farmed out signed
Sent dumpster diving by the bottom line
Escort pallbearers for the corporate pocketeers,
(them who poverty package job security fears)
Downsize pirana jaws with Vegas loan shark ears
Bent index finger people
are always on the hook for the acquisition debt
Bowing and scraping for the quotas to be met
Rube cubicle teacher’s pet love to fetch,
wag the tail ... lick the boot
Being management sandwiched in the middle
Little finger caste people
are stuck in the human resource revolving door
The homeless room always begging for more
Schoolyard sweat factories in need of a Silicon Valley upgrade
got the crypto-chip chimps to put pension skin in the paper mill game
Middle class is dismissed when the ceremonial cut-ribbon fade
overworked cog in capitalism’s ever-quickening pace
bastard son of middle class
dressed in proper trappings
yet blinded
by economy’s firestorm
little chance to tie my proper shoes.
The new middle-class
I’m making a soup the house smells of garlic
they tell me, in building, I use too much of this delicious onion
here in Portugal were all meals has garlic as an ingredient.
But I do as I please, they can close a window or off.
I do not belong here in an apartment building with snobs
who thinks they have reached, the middle-class status they?
Where striving to get a foothold.
There are three lifts two for people and one for cargo,
and workers I take that lift because it is mostly empty.
Many of the dwellers in this block are Portuguese and
have been working in France in a shared flat to save for
this, and kudos to them, but it is a mistake to look down
on the locals, by being rude; you are a stuck- lot
remember where you came from.
Middleclass alcoholics
After a heart attack my life as seaman was over, so I went back to school
and trained to become a shrink helping people with addiction problems
and for this I got a diploma. My first job was in Norway, at a private clinic,
helping businessmen to confront their problem, it was an expensive place
and not for common drunks you see in the street. I was fully disappointed,
these people successful in their line of work could not see what havoc they
caused for their families by regularly coming home late, drunk and abusive.
Thinking they could throw money at the problem by supplying money and
toys to wife and children, didn´t they have a nice home, cars and shopping
all what a middle class family could want. Yes right, but the wife didn´t have
a husband and the children didn´t have a father who went to work in suit
and tie where they sat in an office, waited for lunch time and the first drink
to take the shakes and depression off their shoulders. They were in full denial
and could not understand why their family or bosses had sent them here,
so they treated the place as a holiday retreat so they could sober up and talk
business. Meanwhile alcoholics that needed help walked the street never got
it and often died freezing to death in cold winters. Sometimes I see one of them
interviewed by fawning newspapers, but I know their private life is a misery,
a wife on valium and children on drugs living in a posh house of horror, but
still they live a life of denial. I turned my back on them I have better things to
do with my time.
strange these people
with elevator out of service face ...
they would like to climb higher
but they stand still. In life...
Strange heart, Concorde face
people who would like to ascend to heaven
but who never realized the true height... of life...!..!
Poverty sneaks
through her wet garment
on the terrace
she talks to herself cursing
the day she was born and left
to negotiate truths
of gender, sex and adulthood
in the middle class
one-room apartment
physical rigmarole
buries sick delight
hope of wellness
fast and Sunday mass
sink into dusk
and darkness eats
into her silence
--R K Singh
Hard to not be discouraged
When the world keeps getting in your face
Hard not to give up, give in
When you just can’t keep up the pace
More bad news
Another job lost
Just can’t keep up
With Rising costs
Not just me
It’s everyone I know
No one has answers
Or knows where to go
I want to make things simple
But my soul is too far in debt
I prayed to Jesus to help us all out
And as they say “Jesus wept”
I want to become a modern day Robin Hood
Rob the rich to give to the poor
But I’m not quite sure how to find them
Gated villages don’t allow door to door
Life isn’t fair has gone beyond cliché
Struggle seems to be the norm
Seems like even the good days
Merely disguise the ugly storm
tequila smells like nail polish
and then lemon put in it
tequila now smells like nail polish with lemon
and youre vulnerable to retching
because nail polish regardless of whether there is lemon in it or not
is dangerous because of fruity solvents
like toluene and butyl acetate and ethyl acetate
and plasticizers like dibutyl phthalate
and to be perfectly honest its close to
ruining the taste of the newly tried
miller lite you had
it had a crisp aftertaste like buttered bread
the burger deserves a special seat in
the hall of fame though
hand the tequila off you dumb lightweight
hand it off hes too into it now to notice
you put lemon in it but who would care
the lines of night seem to have gone away
the lines of everything seem to have
gone away
miller lite tastes like beer now and thats it
but youre buzzed
those darn hops once delicious but now delicious but under wrong circumstances
youll never be able to step foot into a spa
without smelling five seventy five a shot tequila
again will you you dumb lightweight
buzzed off a single miller lite
blah blah blah its only ten thirty
and you can feel it that satisfactory dinner in
your stomach and the beer in your chest
and the confusingly unstoppable and
insatiable drinking bird in your head as it
constantly dips and rocks and your
meal came out to fifteen dollars
and the walk out the bar was filled
with strong fear because what if you
stumbled or something around all the
older folk and they said look at these
young bucks thinking they could
drink but you know you really cant
you dumb lightweight
the lines are all fading
they werent exactly visible once you boys
got there now were they
youve got a lot to figure out for yourself
Middle Class Retirees. (Algarve)
When she gets up her husband has gone to the golf course, she drinks
a cup of weak tea and has a toast without butter. Then the grooming
begins it takes hours, hair, nails the right dress to choose, takes time;
after all she is going to meet the other ladies and they are a critical lot.
She drives her white Mercedes and tries to park as close as possible
near the café, when she enter there are kisses, big smiles and furtive
looks how the other ladies are dressed, colour combination and so on.
They all have long decorated nails this indicated they have a maid to
do the dishes; they chat is about film stars and others in the news and
how they dress. The ladies eat cream cakes and forget for a moment
about dieting. This séance last about two hours and is the highlight of
ladies day. She drives home, changes her frock, makes a meal for her
hubby just home and suntanned from his golfing, and tells him to take
a shower since they are going to an art exhibition at eight.
Woke or woken?
I am a middle-class player
So some politicians say
Not in so many words
But in their interesting way
You’ve heard it, haven’t you?
The ravings of some pure, enlightened and woke capital-city greeny
So our deputy ruler said
At least I am not brain dead I thought
Caught between reality and their world
Woke I guess to their untruths
Where disbelief governs
And smothers all others
Including me, and you
Their coven accepts no members without money
Millions give way to billions
We wage earners know our place
And live our lives resigned to a space
That contradicts our daily life
I must be off my face
Such words are madness are they not, woke greenie?
Just a middle-class thinker
Who hankers for a world
Of democracy where we workers run the joint
And share the wealth we create
With love, not hate
It is too late perhaps
But what would I know?
A pure, enlightened and woke capital-city greeny
I wear your insults as a badge of pride
There is nowhere to hide, politicians and the billionaires
We care, they do not
Get rid of the lot
You look down and see
There are lot of people with out proper meal
On the street beg children
Thousands of people without sanitation
And you take a pang
In your mind always moves a plan
How to develop
How to uplift them
And you live nearer to them,
Just above their rung
They look up and see you
And call you all the bad names
But the crux of the fun is that
They all like to be like you middle rich man
But the opposite happens
When you look up
And see those fantastic men
Who rides the uppermost rung
With wonder you find
For you there is no sympathy
Rather they look at you frowning down