Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 66.0: July 9th, 2007

Bourgeoisie
by Belinda Roddie

We are among the bourgeoisie

They’re just like you but they’re not like me

With gold on their hips and wine on their lips

They’re lost in a 20s fantasy

They don’t come to grips and they never pay tips

They remain in a bloated revelry

We are among the bourgeoisie

They pluck all the fruit from each poor man’s tree

Which then they devour while the lower ones glower

And leave behind bitter memories

While the rich own the hour and the prettiest flower

They could even lease each other’s dreams

We are among the bourgeoisie

They’re just like you but they’re not like me

They remain in a bloated revelry

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