The Romantic

I don't want to cook, just prefer a reservation,
take my bike to the mechanic for an inspection,
all with love, don't need a classical education,
not lazy, you can't afford to be in my position.

What about the joy of fixing things yourself?
You don't have the privilege of my kind of wealth,
missed the knowledge they say of latin and greek,
who shall inherit the Earth, they said it was the meek.

Arts and science, inherit from mother with defiance,
why not have both, make space to keep your distance;
my old friend Phaedrus leant against columns grinning,
it would seem his return was in a position of winning.

We offered flowers, appreciation, expecting a nice view,
never bat an eye, more reward if I'd grown them for you.