Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

Sacré bleu
Salacity
Sardonic
Sate
Scant
Scruffy

Scruffy time to be alive
Union sells the worker's lives
For scant remuneration
"Sacré bleu, man, what you complainin' for!?
Got your bonus, yeah? Now go ahead and hit the door."
Ain't no security to sate the real hunger,
But they'll tell you it's your greed
Pulling us all under
While sardonic intellectuals sneer
And salacity has gone all queer
In the pit of your stomach