Here's one of my poems..

It's written in pentameter, hence the weird line breaks. Be gentle.

These are the trials of our times

“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness….”

Allen Ginsburg

Recession is the big bad wolf under the bed

that actually ate your grandma, while Bernie made

off with her house, home, clothes and bone. The reign

of four letter words is over, foulest

of the foul are three lettered: AIG. No one

can find the bloody box we were supposed to be thin-

-king outside of. Must’ve invested with Bernie.

It started on a bull, so money flowed

freely and jobs were plentiful. The philosophy

major, the beat poet, the drop out with the crack problem:

they were all employed with six figure

salaries, hired to walk the street and sell

their wares. Wallets thickened, skins too.

Souls disappeared as the dream of sticking

it to the man was replaced with a fat 401(k).

Global warming, terrorists,

Vampires are supposed to now sparkle??

The apocalypse is nigh, horsemen are here:

Spears, Miley, Joe, Nick, and the other jonas.

And then we have their leader, the face of this doom,

Bernard Lawrence "Bernie" Madoff, aka buffoon.

50 billion in a Ponzi scheme that vanished,

left his blood thirsty investors famished.

Had he succeeded, he they would have heralded.

Named it after him, the "Madoff Method"

Made the rounds lecturing the world.

Ah! But the icing on the cake and all that fun,

Bernie Madoff was turned in by his son.