Guest Poet: Convictus

Once again it’s time for another gem from TMV’s favorite poet, Michael Silverstein, aka Wall Street Poet:

If Jeff and Ken, the Enron guys, don’t end up beating the rap altogether, each may come away from a short stay in a minimum security prison muttering this paean to his own stern stuff…

Convictus

Trapped by a heartless SEC,
Condemned to the pit where the felons board,
I thank the lawyers who earned their fees
For my undiminished hoard.

Caught in the grip of nasty fate
I might a lengthy sentence got,
But with the help of legal pros
I did some time, but not a lot.

Beyond the cell, the bars, the wire,
Looms a record I’ll always bear,
But with the p.r. choir I’ll hire,
A brighter image will soon appear.

It’s not important the stuff I did,
How crookedly I played the game,
I can buy out of a blighted past,
I am above a sense of shame.

Copyright 2006 Michael Silverstein