Oh what a meeting this is!
Once they meet
There must be meat on the table
There must be meat
To meet to eat
As they plead their case
And their needs
They must begin on clean sheets
So they can end on dirtied linen
…washed within
Tucked away under tampered sheets
They must greet those they meet
On their way up
With complete contempt
Only to greet those they meet
On their way down
…to complete defeat
With simple feet
With regrets
There must be meat
For those who must meet
To meet the expectations of the masses
…teeming at the roots
When they meet they must have a treat
They must be treated to a treated feast
For they who empty the treasure chest
The people’s purse
They must score a feat
With feet that dance to the beat
At the gallery of mediocrity
They must complete the deceit
With a plea oft repeated
Oft rehearsed to be repeated
“We need more to do more”
They must attend the meeting
In a fleet of speeding contraptions
And flee
Afterwards
On streets left to peel off
They must complete
The pages they delete
The pages they leave to disintegrate
The new pages they write
In complete haste
In a hurried haste
To compete to copy and paste
They must complete
The depletion of the national bowl
In a national hall
In a rehearsed debate
“Yeah yeah”
They must delete existing zeroes
…preceding the digits
And insert new zeroes
At succeeding places
Before end of meeting
They must take the meat
…away from the streets
And put it on their silver plates
Feed from their silver spoon
On a silver platter
They must scramble for gated communities
In rated vicinities
To create class colonies
With bated breath
To prop up overrated ego
They must reap and rape
…the consolidated coffers
And tweet later
To blame their evil deed
On the evil one
The evil one baited them
To steal and rob
As they sat on the seat entrusted in faith
The seat of fate
They must meet to tell it to the Fourth Estate
With item 13 compliments
They must twist and turn
…the bare facts
As discreetly secretive as they can
To conceal the fair facts
Before the meeting ends
Meet with them in dark alleys
For tips and trips
To think new risks
They must meet the surrogates
Those who double as fanatic sycophantic zealots
At the gates of profligate payouts
They must meet time
At its flying tarmac
Before time puts on nimble feet
They must beat time
Before its fleeting wings
…meet them as they exit
At the end of the dark tunnel
Where they must exit
Oh what a meeting that was!
