Nepotism, I have them same nipples, cute.

How many 16th century Parisian-style merchants
must I charm
to colonize my mother’s reunion barbeque?

French Canadians in their blue jeans,
wearing bell-bottom Heritage under a Tree of ferris Wheels,

in a pro-creative Park amongst the wooded clearings of Southern Maine,
reuniting under exile of Nova Scotian oral history.

Cobblers the sons of cobblers the sons of older cobblers,
bankers the mothers of bankers the mothers of younger bankers;
7 generations of Bachand mechanics.

Sweet Barbara, bequeathed maitre d’ of a proud familial arch.
And then,
Her son, A SENATOR!
Her nephew, A GOVERNOR!
Her grandson, A SENATOR!

SWEET HIGH TRAVESTY CRIME
AGAINST THE MERITOCRACY!!!!11!!

GRRRRRRRDIESDIESDIES
ANGRY!!!!!!111!!!!!!MOOOOBBBBBBBB!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!

My apologies to the Pitch Forks.
I will bank, I will bank.