Life of a Bourgeois
- Lalima
- Jul 14, 2024
- 1 min read
Ooh the life of a bourgeoisie
The mondaine parties...
The elite upturned noses
Sparkling jewels and dazzling smiles
Underneath the polished silver clinking,
Buried beneath all the weight of gold,
I suffocate.
I cry for help, the help that was promised
I stick my head out through this window and scream
The bubbling panic inside me wants to be let out
I scream , but I am a bourgeoisie...
I should not! I plaster a mask yet again
Swallow deep a globule of air from you
Dive right back in once more
The laughter that merely touches the eyes,
The banter with indepth knowledge of nothing
The brands, the luxuries and opulent skeletons.
That is a life of a proud bourgeois ..
And,
Ooh you mock in a perfect proletariat fashion...
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