A Dead Deal Poem by John Sensele

Fifteen thousand I paid
In a hopeful move to secure a job
As up and down swung my bob
Deal's done, the crook said

From office to office we went
Hearts pumping in anticipation
Dreams of cash fed the emancipation
The more cash in bribes I spent

Months flew by
Hope once high began to fade
Days and more days on my calendar I began to shade
Night after night on my poor pillow I'd cry

The crook would dismiss my doubt
Great days are coming
Payroll your way is roaming
Districts of hope our teams scout

‘I'm not a fool, crook
Gimme back my money fast
Or else the deal beyond two hours won't last
Cos your nonsense I can no longer brook'.