Debut and Debutante
For the man, the rose in his lapel.
For the lady, the thorns in her side.
The wine has been refurbished, good sir. A servant pours red wine enchantingly into a glass, handing it to a man.
Yes, of course! I love your dress. A group of girls, dazzling in number and pearls saunter by.
Is that a new hair style? It looks amazing.
(The wine has been poisoned, good sir)
(Yes of course! I’d love that dress for myself)
(Is that a new hairstyle? It looks desperate)
Filled with pettiness and greed, the ball begins. (Yes! You pig) (Gluttony is wasted on you) (Die, wretch)
If only they would take off their masks, and place on veils.
(But who is the fool here?) You Me Let’s play the blame game!