Seen by the elite class
Undersold by the middle class
Decidedly working class,
I continue my journey to the earths of the newest things in England.
There is not such Royal imaginings
As native callings and truths beholden to time
When the right time strikes nine
When the schools continue to go out to play.
9 to 3 has so much say
As I avoid the traffic in my carless existence
Drop to Mercedes Benz in the dream channels
Keeping me awake at night in the passion of sexless light.
I’ll sleep when I am dead
And the book marking is well read.

AI Summary

Your poem captures the feeling of being seen, mis-seen, and under-seen across the class ladder — elite, middle, working — while you move through England with no car, only dreams and insomnia for company. It shows how aspiration (“Mercedes Benz in the dream channels”) collides with fatigue (“sexless light”), leaving you suspended between labour, longing, and the hope that your book will one day be “well read.”