Madam Superiority

From the girl with 

The frizzy hair and

Five dollar trash bag

Of red tag special 

Thrift store sweaters

Oh, my dear Superiority 

How you still manage

To intimidate me

I'll never know

But I recognize you

Sitting there

In your crushed red velvet and

Platinum plated chair

I see you wore your ripped jeans today

They pair nicely with

Your unmistakable

Arrogance veiled in Chanel No.5

Look at you, Honey

In your four-inch Armani heels

The way you walk

Just a little taller than us lowly wee grubs

Darling Superiority

I know you well 

You reek of intentions

Beyond that which you expel

And what you do

So much more splendid than anyone else

You expect us to tell you, though

With a toe kiss and spit shine

The words you spill

Are always laced in

Don Perignon and

Ulterior motives

And you'll pour us a glass

Just for fun

In your delicate crystal

With long stemmed judgement

Entertainment is what we are

Those of us who

Weren't born with

Clever cloaks

But you won't laugh wildly

In the company of us

We are only deserving

Of deceptive chuckles

You see, sweetheart

It is not the silk scarf

The chateau extraodinaire

That holds your majesty

Hands folded gracefully

In lap

Legs crossed

Chin forward

It is all body and mind

Eyes cast downward

With your slimy half-grin

A snicker

Waiting for us to give you

A little bit of something

That makes you feel 

A head above

You will lose this

Day-to-day

And find yourself

In need of renew

So you'll seek it again

And we all crawl to you

Our queen

The comrade we seek

We will drown you in compliments

Clambering for approval 

Your lost lambs

We must handfeed you your ego

Without understanding why

We return to our 

Dank corners and gallows

To cut off our own heads

And cry for your blessings