They say what goes around will come around,
but I don't find it often to be true,
The rich get richer, all the more renowned,
by pillaging beyond the public's view.
Some cheat their partners, clients, even friends,
with grins reserved for endless glib events,
while many tout religious means to ends,
confessing, but declining to repent.
They fall from grace in golden parachutes
or disappear to spend their plundered spoils,
these smug elite, when caught in their pursuits
blame others for the crash or leaking oil.
"What comes around" is hungered for again,
but just rewards have rarely ever been.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many accompanied by his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.