20 Oct 2016 – Sonnet
Spin-room sycophant, you sit there, staring,
stunned by this erection you’ve been fluffing,
squandering your soul’s loose change, uncaring –
up to now – this prick is only bluffing!
If Wall Street gets away with crap shoot wiles,
then why not tunnel sappers to the halls
of power where the standard forms of guile
no longer please a public who now call
for heads to roll? But guess what? You’re a fool.
As now your work disintegrates to crumbs
you comprehend he’s used you like a tool
he’ll easily discard – whatever comes.
Go back, and find some honest line of work,
stop auctioning your soul off, serving jerks!