Grey City

Going out is overated,

Staying in is so outdated,

Clubs are full of posing pricks,

And men with shoulders full of chips,

Watered down alcohol that tastes of sweat,

Old men at the bar stare into pints of regret,

People with opinions on many things,

But on a weekday they empty bins,

People with iPhones thinking they’re A listers,

Sharing meaningless shitty instragram pictures,

People covered in branded clothes,

Becoming nothing but stamped advertising clones,

Capitalism fills their lives with products,

Lowers their opportunities but rapes their wallets,

The youths have looks of venom in their eyes,

You’ve never met them but its you they despise,

Their pleasure comes from innocent peoples cries,

Nothing they do comes as any surprise,

Teenage girls with children starting school,

And their boyfriends roam looking for streets to rule,

Nobody leaves their houses after 10pm,

Women wear fur coats and dine in posh bars,

But underneath they can’t afford knickers or bras,

They’d rather pretend to be middle class,

Even with cold water in their baths,

They are ashamed of who they really are,

Men in ties with brief cases rush,

Ready for anything in their way to push,

With hair slicked back and neatly brushed,

Haven’t spent time with their families in months,

They spend 24/7 in the office,

Reading books is seen as a waste of time,

Education to them is an impossible climb,

Teachers are not able to teach,

Pupils only aim is to make them weep,

And follow the others like a heard of sheep,

They are like an army of robots,

We are unemployed and ever so bored,

We try to protest but we are ignored,

Politicians keep us reassured,

That things will get better,

Our cities are so grey and dull, 

Weighed down by the class system pull,

The bankers charge like raging bulls,

Only concerned with whether their own stomachs are full,

They even dictate to the government.

If you get your hands dirty you will be rejected,

Manual jobs are not respected,

A low income for some is a reality,

But this describes your personality,

But its thanks to the builder the prime minister has a home.

Elections give us a choice of right vs right,

But none are right,

Only left is right,

And two wrongs do not make a right,

So a coalition is a deadly fright,

And the poor will suffer regardless.

As deaf as the ear of a Politician,

Trying to persuade people to sign our disagreeing petition,

How many cries will it take before they listen,

As their shiny vehicles glisten,

Widening the wealth gap is their only mission,

Left wing is our ideological position,

We are stuck in a day to day routine,

Never ending like a running stream,

Saving all year for a change of scene,

Yet there is no other country we have seen,

Our bodies are weak and ever so lean,

Their Capitalism starves us,

The Great British Class System.

What class are any of us? There is no class, all we have is elites that control and those who are controlled. The class system is merely an illusion, and many of the ” middle class ” are merely working class people with the illusion that they are higher because they have a mortgage, car, etc. However, anyone who has read Marx will know its not just down to these minor details if we are to believe there is a ‘class system’.

As far as I’m concerned there is no middle, purely because they are still as equally controlled by the elite groups as the working classes are. The only difference is that they attend private education and usually their parents have some connections to help swiftly get them up the career ladder without starting from the bottom. Class is about how one acts, you have people on a middle class income who are from working class backgrounds and who should they not reveal their job role, would come across as very working class.

Furthermore, technically 90% of us are working class, as we all work, some earn more than others, others get their hands dirtier, but that 90% of us all have one thing in common, we will spend well over half of our lives in the work environment. Also, those unemployed although sometimes labeled as the ‘underclass’ have the same lifestyles, live in the same areas and generally are the working class, however, they are not employed therefore they cannot be labelled as working. Finally, there is not much of a gap between working and middle class, in terms of lifestyle or disposable income.

The middle classes are taxed heavily and the working classes will mostly live in council housing as opposed to owning a mortgage. The only class divide is all of us against the elites, we are all repressed by these and kept in our positions, from the popes to the politicians to the royal families they are at the very top of society, controlling how our society functions, they are the only ones who have the freedom to have anything they want at their disposal without spending that half of their lives in he workplace to earn it.

Politicians poem

Politicians use words very few understand,

To make their lies sound glamourous,

Most problems are caused by a lack of money,

But their families have plenty of that,

So they don’t have the answer to life’s real problems,

We would rather ignore the facts,

Fit into a corrupt society that is driven by greed,

And pretend to be middle class,

Voting for a party that is profit driven,

They are there to represent us,

But they dictate to us,

Abusing their power,

Politicians are the worst criminals I’ve ever came across

You must go to school and get good grades,

Then go to a good job and always obey,

So you can buy materialistic things,

So that businessmen can live like kings,

You are a pawn in the game of life,

Your only purpose to reproduce after getting a wife,

World leaders have your blood on their hands,

But youve been made to believe there’s a point in fighting for land,

Your class will always be under repression,

Because the media controls your mind so you don’t ask questions.