Well-heeled Gentlemen

The well-heeled gentlemen
at the bar
won't
leave.

Villon
       would
skewer,
these guys
           like shish-kebabs,
for crimes
half
so
fatuous!

Times have changed.

We're left
to send
our poems
of protest off
to editors,
who sit
         on chairs
of cushy tenure, while
we still stand
upon
our feet
all day
alone
unread.

And wait
for
bankers,
brokers,
businessmen,
to leave,
so we
can go
to
bed.

Stephen Williamson