Budget Sluts Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Budget sluts rushing,
From one economic cut...
To another to hide their corrupted ways.
Addicted to a slashing,
Of a feast created to feed on prey.
Now they try to find an antidote,
With a seeking of any remedy to relieve...
The effects of self induced bleeding,
To enforce a decrease of greeding.
But to maximize their own lush banquets,
Kept from others secret and discreet.

Budget sluts!
With their plump fingers rubbing their guts.
Have no intentions to disrupt their gluttony.
Not if it means,
Plucking the plume...
From ornamented feathers worn.
Done specifically to address those impressed,
By maintaining a lusting of masquerades.
And false presentations they wish kept charaded,
Regardless of who pays for aged and rusting traditions.

Budget sluts...
Are not going to sacrifice or listen to advice,
That threatens the touching of their pretentions.