Bourgeois

I curse the naive, ugly currents
That fill the gullible veins
Of insecure minds

They penetrate my senses
With sharp lacklustre
Leaving charred patches
Of grey and black

Switching on and off
Jumping in and out
Scurrying to and fro
Fearless, I slander them
Fearful, I recoil

I still havent tasted
The honest, white sweat
Glimmering down my brow
Free of the salt
That savours my food.