Dick and Jane: POEM

There is nothing more decadent Than how we portray innocent Fifty’s ideals, white picket offence White skinned white washed fence Marriage with father writ large The family under his charge

He’s the doctor, she plays nurse

Replicating misogyny’s curse

Sheeplike youth prepare to be led

Through sun worn doors of red

A house of values well forgotten

With foundations past rotten

Portraying an ideal sterilised

And in a distant past paralysed

Stillborn birth of aborted thought

A children’s primer to be taught

Lessons in reality that don’t stick

Innocent isn’t Jane or Dick