Saturday, March 5, 2022

Class by Wayne F. Burke

My old girlfriend said
that I would be a classy guy
if I dressed better and
stopped picking my nose,
but the price, to me
seemed high;
my jacket was torn at the elbows,
I had holes in my socks,
and the nose thing
it was habit
from when
as a kid
I was bored
I was anxious--
I did not really care
anyway
about being "classy."




Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print. He has published six full-length poetry collections, most recently DIFLUCAN (BareBack Press, 2019). He lives in the Pine Tree State.

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