Nobody said it was easy

Nobody said it was easy

But as kids,

With imagination eating a hole

In the barriers

To working-class success

Everything is possible.

Children have a way of

Seeing the world

And all of its bounty

As just being there for the taking.

Tell me why not?

They can see it

Everywhere

On television, in the movies

On billboards

Pretty things all in a row.

Why do so many people

With starched faces

Tombstone smiles

And a stuck-up

Way of looking down their noses,

Even if they are short-arsed

Over-achieving eugenicists

With an underbite,

Get in the way

Of a dream,

When it is tough enough

To climb out of the box

Traditionalists keep us in.

Jackboot us down

With little regard

For the rags to riches story

The child prodigy

Climbing out of a sink estate

An Einstien postman.

Breaking the mould

Is a rare achievement

Not worth the time

It would take to change the tune

Instead

More useless

Unwanted junk is thrown in

On top,

The lid is pressed down

And hey…I will sit on it

For good measure