Class At Supermarket Poem by Dr Ronnie Bai

The bright and brisk voice
of a young girl of school age
ringing over the whirring fan
of the chill room
for all the goodies outside —
"Mum, are we really poor? "
As Mum bends over
her eyes slurping over her dear
Heineken, Stella Artois,
Carlsberg, Budweiser
Draught Guinness, Creamy Kilkenny,
Imported Grolsch and Original Beck's …
"Oh, yes, Carling! "
answers her honeyed voice
as she packs her trolley with packs
—"I mean, darling, darling"—of Black Label
"Read this, dear. That's our thing."