"La vie bourgeoise moderne"

the saddest truth in the world is that
there’s not enough kindness to go around;
the rest of folks just must make-do —
mais c’est la vie bourgeoise moderne.

amuse ourselves, forgive ourselves, let the
material comforts amassed keep at-bay
the eagerly denied recognition that we all become
the garbage of ourselves someday.

think not, think not, don’t think at all:
paypal-donate and drink lattes;
forget who made what's
overflowing the shopping bags.

give up, give up, get out, let down;
these many things are powdered glass in our lungs –
breathe them in deep, then redly froth our way outward,
gasping for meaning before we’re gone –

et c’est la vie bourgeoise moderne!