Post Bail Out

The dinghy dumped

Us on the rocks,

Some survived to scale

The sharp and slimy stones

To find a gothic girl

Who led us to a church,

Where bankers and the back

Room boys and Ivy League investors,

 Held out palms for alms

But we had none,

No pockets, we are naked now,

Their smooth skinned wives

Coyly smiled as if to say,

They’d like to play with us again

Some other place and time,

When we are dry and dressed

And feeling better.

Stephen Nesbitt ©