"Beneath the Bourgeoisie"

by Jeph Johnson


Some have been blessed
With the gift (when others fail)
To rhyme their dreams
With their esteem
Yet try to no avail
To satisfy the longing
To redirect their prose
To reconvey
The words they say
And make their best thoughts known


Others have been cursed
And plagued by the mundane
To distance the
Ways they ascertain
From other propaganda
That's utilized with force
Wed information
With exaggeration
And then demand divorce


So I sit calm and lonely
And ponder destiny
My attitude
Seems destitute
Beneath the bourgeoisie
But when my pen hits paper
Words flow in frantic rhymes
Onto the page
While disengaging
Passion from my mind

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