Bourgeoisie

I'm sitting in Bourgeois Pig right now and I feel slightly whelmed.
There are so many of "them" in here.
You know whom I'm talking about.
The Hollywood Bourgeoisie. The wanna-be's, the dreamers, the beauties, the comedians, the movers and shakers- all trying to make it in this town. They have an air of narcissism, of fake confidence and security. We float in and out of this cafe hoping that someone will see us. An agent or maybe a potential lover. It's the location where we hope our piece of the puzzle will lock perfectly into someone else's. We stick our piece out there hoping it will arouse another, and it when it doesn't, we go home, another day done- another day in standstill.