Stockings to this degree— were exclusively— worn by those close to Louis and Marie.

The silk from overseas— only revealed by the birds and the bees— under layers of lace bounty.

Like first district in the games of the hungry.

Villagers of the city— declared upon, cake they shall eat.

History has a way to repeat.

So as we turn the corner to 2030– let’s make sure we’re kissing the right feet—

as we bend the knee—

paying our lawfully charred fees—

to someone atleast with a sense of genuine empathy.