Slam Poetry: The Shamers by Mark Tulin


They gather
in dark rooms
banquet halls
and out-of-order
bathroom stalls

They judge you
from their ivory towers
their first-class box seats
their six-figure cars
the cigar bars
reserved seats
in multi-national
corporate luxury suites

bible thumping
purveyors of fine wine
they’ll unmercifully
blame you
defame you
and trash you

If that isn’t enough
they wave a finger
from their glass houses

But never looking within
never looking deep down
inside, introspecting
Never taking ownership
of their own shit.


Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

12 comments on “Slam Poetry: The Shamers by Mark Tulin

  1. Starkite Poetry

    I don’t think they’re capable. Poor fools… Their houses are intentionally glass, transparent, so we can marvel at their proud materialistic superficialness inside. How does one lose sight, I wonder, with what really matters in life?

  2. 🌟 IshtarInL💖ve


  3. Poetry that shares the truth, though harsh, is always powerful!

  4. Very well written true words. Love the way this poem sounds. It has a great flow. Have you already been to any slam poetry event and performed your beautiful poem?

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