I don’t belong here
with these screwdrivers
and wenches,
working class heroes
with closet addictions.
Fighting the windmill,
that never stops turning.
Preaching to fools,
incapable of learning.
If they do that!
Then we could do this!
Kept me for years
on their most wanted list.
I don’t belong here,
in this blue uniform.
With these middle class
vegetable,
who’ve long since conformed.
Author notes
prompt 'the quote'
A contest entry
- hush by zillion.
500 points, ended July 16, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I don't think the last line should end with a question mark. It sounds to me that you and/or the speaker knows exactly what he/she is talking about and there isn't much question to it.
The ryhming in the first stanza is brillant. Perfect almost.
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