Bourgeois
Location
You,
with aphoristic charm,
you dance without a care
and sip absinthe into the sleepless dawn,
all smiles and laughter within your elite
and esoteric gaggle of bright-eyed friends.
You,
in your stupor,
your haze of self absorption and carefree bon-vivant,
you cannot bear to acknowledge footman or maid,
their lives running parallel to yours,
their captured faces reflected
sullen in the polished silver trays;
each truffle they carry thereupon would deliver them
and those they love from a blighted existence
drenched in servitude.
Dance on
you, who will always be
oblivious in your ease and merriment,
of the pain and the hunger trembling
on the rim of your cornucopia.