27 - Royal bloodlines

Two distant royals asking for a line,
Watch the stiff upper lip, don’t spill any.
They laugh, I know they don’t get it, that’s fine,
They bring nose to glass, the first of many.

Imagine a rose, if you will, just one-
Think of how it sits, rooted in beauty.
Is it beautiful? In the perfect sun
I think it's what we were all taught to see.

These boys in their fine clothes- that they can't name
Are like the rose, quite undeserving of fame.

Pretty blue blood runs in your veins, you know
But when spil't I can't see the difference.
Were you taught that we're all quite so below,
Or did you learn it all by inference?

I'll never get it. You squeal just like us-
You squeal hellfire when prodded and shaken,
The fat crackles in fire, so treasonous
That we won't try this gilded bacon.

You look back at me, confused. It's okay,
Be ignorant. It won't matter anyway.