Upper Class

by Dani McLaughlin

The bourgeois escorted by their corsaged courtiers,
Flowered shackles binding, signed into servitude.
Tapping wine glasses and tapping fingernails,
Perfectly manicured daggers nested in their backs.
Thorny crowns encircling intricate hairstyles,
Jewels like cracked eggs scattered about.

So exclusive, yet so accessible,
Out on display for anyone to see.
Teetering on glass catwalks,
Walking to the beat of the screams.
Thousands crying out for their beloved dolls,
Their false gods,
Standing oh-so tall in their gold plated heels,
Made from gold plated promises
            that were never kept.

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