So much sorted upwards to those superior.
Made by the poor of Earth…We, the inferior.
They enjoy the comforts of the actions we take.
No tops without bottoms; we all own that mistake.
Seemingly born to emulate & enable.
Yet, we’ve never had seats…nor have seen the table.
They bathe in black gold & they devour our youth.
Soaked in their purpose by our first fallen milk tooth.
Yes, free will & all that…at the end of the day.
We can reject their paltry noblesse obligée.
L.B.Stowe 