Classy If You’re Posh, Trashy If You’re Not
Enormous TVs, arriving late,
living on handouts from the state
Owning a gun, dealing drugs,
plastic surgery, demonstrative hugs
Messing up at school, living in a squat,
dropping out of uni, lounging on a yacht
Talking loudly in public, not paying tax,
double-barrelled surnames, hanging out in packs
Big birthday bashes, parties with themes,
eating candy floss, cupcakes or ice creams
Eating with your fingers, eating off a tray,
being in debt, letting other people pay
having a tan, especially in winter
Flying out on holiday to sun-drenched places,
having parents and siblings of different races
drinking stronger-than-average booze
Going to rehab to cure your addictions,
anti-depressants and similar prescriptions
Wearing sports gear when not playing sports,
or clothes that you bought from a second-hand stall,
or designer clothes, or any clothes at all
naming your baby after a city,
or a country, or a car, or a gemstone or a wine
Driving too fast and incurring a fine
Several dogs, big dogs, small dogs in handbags,
staffies, Dobermans, pitbulls, Alsatians,
Getting it on with your friends and relations
having babies with various others
Living in a caravan, living like a libertine,
age-gap relationships, riding in a limousine
Telling your life story, pouring out your heart,
highly emotional, personal art
Wallowing in misery, drinking jeroboams –
and worst of all – writing poems.