A classless society! . . . NO, I do not think so!
Class is determined by a collar, or a bow.
This dye is faded; my shirt collar is frail,
the oil stain prominent, stitches are pale.
My blue collar finally, has seen its last press;
time to wear it once more, then put it to rest.
So I carefully iron a crease that should last,
reminds me of a trade slipping into the past.
But why is this collar blue? I ask of myself,
does it hide a class, or reflect my true wealth?
Is my life judged on which colour hangs on my neck?
Is it what we make of it, or do you earn what you get?
It is wrong that this world compartmentalises collars.
Blue is working class; and white takes all the honours.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.