Proud Of My Poverty

Syd

Sunblest Aldi bread
Defrosted from the freezer
An open sea coal fire
With a Northen Echo bleaser

Through the tinfoil tops of milk
Spuggys pecked their feral beaks
The wild cold wind gnawed
At our frozen beetroot cheeks

Wood chip then dado rails
Adorned our thin walls
Breathing second hand smoke
Brought hardly any side effects at all

Sticky summers, hayfever
Long grass and pollen
Childhoods are long gone....
But still not forgotten

How subtle things have changed
Recession, strikes, austerity
We can almost afford council houses
That fit around our TV's

Proud to have memories
And proud of our people's sovereignty
Proud of our upbringing
Proud of our poverty!

  • Author: Syd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 11th, 2023 05:51
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments2

  • 2781

    Salt of the earth

    • Syd

      Thank you. Just by those few words from your comment I can tell we share the same working class background.

      Thanks for reading and commenting - Syd

    • Doggerel Dave

      Great to see you back, Syd.

      While I can be proud of my working class roots (London's East End, before it became trendy), I cannot vote for anything which glorifies poverty...... (I'm pretty sure that is not what you meant, but that's the word I'm gnawing away at right now).

      • Syd

        Thanks Dave, I understand what you mean. It probably should read 'Proud Of My Roots' for the title but it just didn't have the same ring to it.

        Appreciate the feedback - Syd



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