Touch Of Class

oh well, i hear you
speak english to your dogs
spanish to the maids
and french to your business partners
on the phone,

you write your poems in german
your essays in portuguese
your menu posted on the ref in italian

cultured, educated, that is you
with a touch of class

but for one thing
now that you have fallen
drowning in the sea

oh gosh, you do not even
know how to swim!

let your language save you then.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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