Chamber Of Charades2

With vile victory
Minions
March
To the other chamber of charades,
Its walls pasted
With credo of charades.
They strut
And shuffle scrip,
They share slush funds.
They sing songs
To soothe ears
Of chief of charades
Snoozing from hangovers
From excess crude cash.
Shylock’s servants await signal
To slice pounds of flesh,
Chief of charades
Oblivious
Snoozes.
They stamp sovereign seal
On soiled scrip,
Chief of charades
Snoozes.