Bosom Peers Poem by John Sensele

Like a meat cleaver in a butchery, fortune sifts
Parasites, vermin, scum from all weather friends
Who firmly stand by our sides in lifts
Through rain or shine, through poverty, through trends
Whose love grows all the while, whose love mends
Broken hearts, shaken knees, sunken shoulders
Bent by chagrin, smitten by rejection boulders
Laden with tears, fears, smears, leers, weirs and beers
Gobbled by greedy throats, and seedy folders
Masquerading as angels and bosom peers.