Life In The Suburbs And Middle Class Living Poem by David Keig

Endless the suburbs stretch out from the towns
Upwardly mobile and not looking down
Attitudes born of self-interest
Thinking the rest of the country's a mess
All in its place and nothing untidy
Crockery matching and fresh fish on friday
Sending the kids to well priviledged schools
Asking for quiet when watching the news
Having two children a dog and a cat
Dreaming of buying a holiday flat
Driving two cars, one for him one for her
Stopping the children from using rude words
Always so busy with so much to do
Worrying 'bout that strange smell in the loo
Drinking good wine but not to excess
Uncomfortable with the mere mention of sex
Nervous about the high interest rates
Angry with tradesmen who always come late
Delighted that smoking's now banned in the pubs
Worrying 'bout the new pests on the shrubs
Buying organic 'cos you should do these days
Preparing fresh pasta in manifold ways
An Italian machine that makes cafe latte
Planning the meal for the next dinner party
Buying your clothes from label designers
Angry about the new chips on the china
Mowing the lawn with a satisfied grin
Wondering when the new neighbours move in
This life it is perfect or so they say
But nothing much happens - I hate it that way.