Middle Class Masquerades: (A 2.00 A.M Report From A Party In A Remote Part Of England: 2015) Poem by DM W

I'm at a preposterous party
In a ruined mansion by the woods.
Let me describe the absurdist scenes:
Educated airheads with bright green
Fingernails are chain smoking cigars
And cigarettes in the hazy hallways whilst
Swooning over Leonard Cohen & J. B Corbyn.
The pseuds & dracs are drinking gallons
Of home brewed beer & cider:
Bullshit stories are abounding.

Dreams dance wildly in the dining room.
There are poets & pantomime clowns
Dangling from broken chandeliers.
In the lounge self congratulation
And self abasement compete for attention.
Barmy boffins & retro beatniks
Gather near the billiard table:
Ruminating about roundness.
And there are vast trays of vegan treats
For those who have gotten the munchies.

The air is thick with incense smoke,
Cannabis & coriander.
I'm becoming slightly dismayed
With constant blasts of nothingness
& idiotic middle class masks;
That fail to hide deep neuroses.
I've got to take some pure air
Outside of this pretentious purgatory;
And listen wisely, intently
To nature's sweet & soothing music.