Cap In Hand Poem by John Sensele

Cap in hand we beg from Johnny Clegg
Cap in hand we flex and hex a limp leg
Cap in hand our dignity and serenity we lower
Worst still, cap in hand our dignity we deflower.

Cap in hand we hang our head in shame
Cap in hand shame in a dead bed we claim
Cap in hand our dignity and serenity we lower
Worst still, cap in hand our our character claims we recoil.

Cap in hand they disparage us with a cuss
Cap in hand we got neither class nor bravery bus
Cap in hand tactile tactics we should stop
Worst still, cap in hand we topple from the top.

Cap in hand our nape scrape funny
Cap in hand we ape a blue bunny
Cap in hand our our reputation slides
Worst still, cap in hand our glory in shame glides.

Cap in hand we emit hot gas
Cap in hand on social media we pour pestilence pus
Cap in like cry babies we advertise our minisculity
Worst still, cap in hand we brandish our egregious incredulity.

Cap in hand we tighten the noose around our incompetence
Cap in hand we entrap our future in a vortex of impertinence
Burnishing sarcasm and cynicism we ill appreciate
It's a curse to enable our professional prospects to depreciate.