O What Am I? Poem by DM W

O what am I in this crude class system? !
Am I middle class or 'just' working class?
I can't be upper class. I don't own land.
For I was raised as lower middle class:
My father was a salesman; my mother
Was a teacher. Yet my grandparents were
Working class. Also, I am currently
Working freelance on a zero hours contract
So perhaps, that makes me underclass...who knows?
I've not moved forward in a straight line,
Merely zigzagged around life's edges.
Consequently, I have evidently
Failed to rise above my parents' status,
Unlike my brother who's a pharmacist
And now is decidedly middle class.
Although there's always someone
Who will invariably label me,
I'd like to think that I belong to none
Of the classes. Indeed, it is a weight
Off my shoulders. I'm free to be me and not
A social climber. I'm certainly a failure
Economically, but culturally successful.
Anyway, I think that the entire class system
Is absurd. It serves no real purpose, but to
Imprison people and keeps them in a state
Of false consciousness. Indeed, it should now
Be relegated to the annals of
History. All you Royalist flatters;
All you dream killers and vain glorious
Opponents of bold Jeremy Corbyn
And his radical socialism,
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!