Bourgeoisie

Moretti’s Bourgeois boys

Help me sir

My love is lost

On the river

At the bend somewhere

I fell and she

Was gone

It is a black

Wild night young one

To lose one’s love

Get in

Shine this light

Upon the map

Stop whining

About your pain

Focus boy

Lest you lose your love

When we have

The prize

You can reflect upon

Your disease

The bourgeois affliction

You want success

But without commitment

You do not know its

Shape or size

Its colour or weight

You want the nipple and the breast

You want the cunt and its smell

The smell of you own arsehole

When you have those you want

More

To burrow inside

To find in the darkness

The essence of

Your life

In the womb from which

You were expelled

I want these also

Like any human

A human animal

I want to lick

To sniff

To gorge

To feast

To gaze

But these are not

My identity

This is not purpose

Like any animal

I have no purpose

I am being

My being is my

Mind in space

And time