Leers And Tears Of Trickery Poem by John Sensele

For a few bucks, I get my assignments written in another college
Where a mercenary eats my bribe
Expanding exponentially my corrupt tribe
As by hook and crook I enjoy a purloined privilege

I wish I didn't inflict on society
Which gets fake school leavers
Far less qualified than waste matter weavers
Who throng the job market in a vice ridden variety

From which much harm accrues
In the deployment of cognitive cripples
Whose only competence lies in risible ripples
In seas of humiliation hues

Kaleidoscopes of shame shine
In accelerated steps of incompetence
Flying flags of the pretence
That pervades a lugubrious line

Teeming with maladjusted malice members
Who boast of completing school
Having succeeded in pulling wool
Over potential employers who cry in their cherished chambers

Where day and night they cry
In utter astonishment at the trickery
Students in their despair indulge alongside flickery
When tears of abomination stoically refuse to dry.