A Working Class Zero Poem by Vincent S. Coster

A Working Class Zero



When you are born
You are made to feel small
But it's all your fault
For not being on the ball
You can shake your fist
And say they treated you bad
You can cry like a bitch
Over the hard life you have had
You can blame the establishment
God or TV

But then a working class zero
Is all you will be

You can go to school
And decide you won't learn a lot
If you're waiting for handouts
You deserve all that you got
You can give out about things
And say it's all gotta change
But if you do nothing
Then you're well out of range
You are all full of talk
As far as I can see

And working class zeros
Is all that you'll be?

If you want to be something
Then you must help yourself
Your life isn't carved in stone
And you're not made of delph
You can lift yourself
Out of your rut
Only first of all
You must get off your butt
That's the simple truth
That you just need to see

Or a working class zero
Is all you'll ever be

If you don't want to be a zero
Then get out of your tree

Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: human nature,social comment
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a parody of the John Lennon song Working Class Hero, it was a dig at those who moaned about the plight of the proletariat but wanted to do do nothing, and was penned during the poets highly political period in the late 1990s and were inspired by reading the seminal work of the time No Logo. It featured in the collection Folk Hero Midget from 2001. The version in the second edition of the book is altered slightly.
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