The Middle Classes Poem by DM W
The Middle Classes
The middle classes think they are so refined,
As they attend theatres and drink their wine.
But to me they are little better than swine!
Indeed, they ignore all of the glaring signs
That point to their profound ignorance in terms
Of matters of the state and its corrupt ways.
They feed on the decayed corpse of truth like worms.
Yet they will not prevail. Numbered are their days!
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