Black on black on black on green,
green like the green of an envious queen
who wears the crown as she drowns in self-loathing
and dares to frown in a gown contrived to belie the power posing.
Pull back the curtain on necessitated self-esteem
or be certain in a sending to the guillotine.
Plebs plead, fleece and pilfer just to get a glimpse of the debs
as they wince at life’s boring routine; it’s obscene,
a lame attack.
Green on green on green on black,
black like the black of a necrotic claque.