The Working Class Ain’t A Class It’s A Cool
you see them in their jackets
hair done a particular way
the stuff they say and the stuff they don’t
where they drink and dance and come home from at midnight or 2 in the AM
the hostelries they frequent
the Sunday morns they never see
and the Wednesday afternoons they do
the works of fiction they dismiss
and the flavours of the month trumpeted
the working class ain’t a class
it’s a cool
their cool
their strut and preen and quippage and banterzaurous rex is always there
they give a few flying ones and they never have
because
the working class
aint a class
it’s
a
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