Shame Shell Poem by John Sensele

We die because we cheat
Criminals determined to fatten our pocket
Despite the shame from the defeat
On the society whose tears from the eye socket

We laugh at knowing fully well
Trouble by the dozen we cause
Enabling paranoia and hysteria to swell
To a crescendo despite lies we can't disclose

As long as blood money in our pockets lands
Cushioning the extravagant life we lead
Flaunting blood money to street walkers glands
Whose taste buds and moral standards we mislead

Until handcuffs our sticky fingers snap
Our reputation mired into the pit of Hell
Where with the Devil we nap
Till we sink into our deserved shame shell.