Tonight I looked at the many people attending the party and I noticed <br />Most of them had fresh adult beverages in their left hand while their right <br />Was reaching out to shake a hand or to pick another person’s pocket <br />One or two of the men were smoking pipes and speaking in mathematical terms <br />About the assorted sizes of buttocks and breasts available upon request <br />If only they first take off the bow tie and leave on their shoes and pants <br />There was a room in back where a partially opened door to a private conversation <br />Acted as a chimney for the cigar smoked thoughts of but a few nobles <br />The ladies who were adorned in diamonds and platinum trinkets <br />Whores for charities that help little children escape <br />Their abusive parents and the obverse poverty of being poorer than dirty politics <br />I noticed in this room it was business as usual and not one person deviated <br />From the protocol and traditions of the elitist socialistic practices equated <br />With both running for political office or from the law <br />By the looks of it contributions were being raised in the millions of dollars <br />And a swell time was being had by all…<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gathering-of-tuxedo-felons-within-five-hundred-feet-of-a-children-s-playground/
