A Gathering Of Tuxedo Felons Within Five Hundred Feet Of A Children's Playground Poem by Ted Sheridan

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