Blue Blood Black Tie Party
It was a black tie occasion, where every guest was primed
to garner and render favors with profit on each mind.
Smiles were sealed like wax on faces, put in place for this
time;
hands feather-weight on shoulders, voices dripping velvet
lies.
Blades were buried in well dressed backs, but no one saw
them shine.
Blue blood like ink was flowing, though no papers would be
signed.
Music played in the background giving rhythm to the rhyme
of pretentious phrases that kissed and sealed every dotted
line.
‘Power Games” was entertainment, along with “Social Climb,”
as guests were taking chances with a crooked pair of dice.
When every hand was displayed, each was betting with his
life.
But when the games were over, it was only truth that died.
Shiny limousines were waiting outside all in a line
as the party goers exited waving their host goodbye.
In the safety of darkened windows, there were many sighs;
and examining of bruises and the loosening of ties.
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