Swag Bag

Dubiously earned, carefully packed
Loads and loads of greenbacks
Poor people won't understand
No rough diamond, he skips across the pond
Charged to shore up this institution
Lettered in his contract is his saviour..his absolution
Laughing all the way from the bank
His golden handshake with our thanks
Lesser mortals look up to him
And work out how to commit their own sin.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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