The Greedy Dream

That stately ship, the ship of state
so easy to underestimate,
while those on board all congratulate themselves on being so fucking well first rate.

A first world fantasy of self delusion
and no allusions please to the working class,
who work the arse out of their pants
to participate in the Dream of Plenty.

For some perhaps, but not for most,
whose daily fare — baked beans on toast
won’t ever feature on their menu.

And just between you and me,
(if you can forgive me grammatically),
they wouldn’t touch the stuff with a ten foot pole
or any standard fare for that matter.

Gnatter gnatter gnatter, that’s all they seem to do
those deluded fools, who only lunch on caviar,
and speed around in their Japanese car.

How far? how far?
How long will we have to wait?
for the Greedy Dream — to dissipate.