Ted Sheridan

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…

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

  • (10/15/2007 1:10:00 AM)

    ha... this is great.

    the title is fantastic as well.

    take care


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  • (10/9/2007 11:43:00 PM)

    This ought to be hung in front of the red carpet at every glittering political/paparazzi 'charity' fundraiser. Oh, yeh, shout it from the rooftops... one of those ironies that stares all but the partygoers in the face, as they go home smug and satiated. Fantastically penned Ted. t x (Report)Reply

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  • (10/6/2007 11:03:00 AM)

    eye been drinkin', but eye ain't drunk. a very insightful piece of work.

    my kind of poem.

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  • (10/6/2007 10:10:00 AM)

    Ted this is one of your finest what a eye sight.. I salute you Sir... (Report)Reply

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  • (10/6/2007 9:48:00 AM)

    Shaking your hand or picking your pocket...escaping the poverty worse than dirty politics...Sounds just like all the charity events in my area...you been visiting down heah? ? ? As usual, wonderfully descriptive work. THIS is what I value in your work, Dear Teddy Bear, the accuracy, the insight....the knowledge of people. Keep it coming.... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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