by Ed Shacklee
I have squared my uncaring behavior
With a prayer to my personal savior
And ensured my couture
remains proper
By retaining a personal shopper.
Now and then, untitled blue collar
Everymen are entitled to holler
If I sack them while looting their pensions,
Which no one who’s courteous mentions:
It’s abhorrent, though, if the poor riot,
As I meant nothing personal by it.
Ed Shacklee is a public defender who represents young people in the District of Columbia. His poems have appeared in Angle, Contra, The Flea, Shot Glass Journal and Tilt-a-Whirl, among other places.
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