Kiss The Host

[billy]

They drift on past the bourgeoisie,
kiss the host and bend the knee
to nonchalantly, make their presence known;
Chanel, Lancôme, designer pheromone
exuding from their silky napes.
Legitimized, respected drunks
showing off their social pedigrees
while all the twisted family histories,
lie folded, hidden, tucked away,
and locked in golden steamer trunks.

I.C.Soria
©2011

i'm not too sure of the title, for me it would have been better if it were something that depicts who they are. eg, if it were actors you could call it "the darlings" here it socialites and i won't say any more on the subject
i would have liked to have seen the rhyme scheme of the 1st 4 lines carried on but that's a small nit. i think it would read better with a more structured meter because it's got quite a bit of rhythm going on.
as for the content; a good image of the upper classes at play i like the juxtaposition of social and family; one open and flamboyant while the other is secret and shady.
altogether a good poem, for me a small edit would make it even better. (jmo)

thanks for the read.