changing class

Changing Class
Sitting around a table laden down with pints of beer and
football was discussed, I got up and walked home.
A navy academy accepted me I studied English at home
and had a private tutor for math taught by a girl who
loved me, two years it took it could have been longer but
I wanted to change my life, so much so I changed the way
I spoke, which on reflection was a mistake as I ended up
speaking stilted and my natural irony and humour was shy
but not for all time. So there I was a purser on a liner, 3 silver
stripes  having supper with the rich and I found the specially
boring forever talking about real estate.
I had to be social dance and often fuck one of the widows on
the cruise. Back home I was a misfit I didn’t belong anywhere
I used to say I was classless, that is not true.
My loneliness drove me to drink and finally, sleeping rough
rejected by two classes, until I saw the light, and borrowed
money- from my mother to buy a typewriter.