Bourgeois Poem by Muthu Krishnan

Moving along in the lions skin,
With the idioplasma of each part striving,
With the exception of the mind;

With the belief of existence,
With the fawns causing vain,
With the dopamine reaching every withered muscle,
Anticipating the false belonging,
Riding a mile each day from the 
truth;

The flaming tobacco snugged in their 
Thick cigars,
The glittering golden tresses falling 
Over their naked shoulders,
The  desirable flesh in their bottoms 
Moving up and down,
Looking around for thrills;
As there is pleasure in 
Doing things, while your mind 
Is afraid of getting caught;