In the evening when I watch T.V.
I see that certain shows are spon-
sored by certain people, mostly
really rich couples I imagine,
and I think about how wonderful
it would be to be with them at din-
ner with all the sterling silver
forks and spoons and knives in all
the right places around the plates
and how wonderful it would be to
chuckle at all the right times at
all the glib, really smart comments
and repartee around that wonder-
ful table. It reminds me of what
it would be like being at a Downton
Abbey dinner party. And then I
think about the next program which
is all about grassroots protests
by the growing underclass and dis-
possessed of the earth against the
privileged classes while sponsored
by silver spooned couples and I
begin to wonder what is going on
and if the dispossessed and under-
class get invited to dinner parties
with the silver in all the right
places around the plates. And then
I begin to wonder if I would in-
vite either the underclass or silver
spooned to my middle-class, mid-
dle of the road, humble abode and
finally I wonder if we would ever
see anything about the wretched
of the earth on T.V. if it weren’t
for the silver spooned, privileged
class who probably never would
invite the underclass or me to one
of their fabulous dinner parties
for fear of losing a salad fork or
two at the very least.