Tuesday, February 12, 2008

An Ode to Bloomberg

I entered Eduwonkette's Valentine Poetry Contest, using a poem (comment #3) by a Bloomberg Presidential shill as a framework. Graphic by David B.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm scared of your candidate
And you should be too.

Change is the word
But no one says how
We can't ask him questions
He just wants us to bow

They owe him favors
Sycophants all
Politicians should be accountable
Or made to fall

He made an already broken school system
So much worse
Failed reorganizations galore
Parents and teachers curse

He goes to work on a subway token
Only a few blocks for show
After being dropped off by his SUV
To avoid the snow

We must draft Mayor Bloomberg
To go to Iraq
Where his "experience" and "leadership"
Will prove his lack

Get Bloomberg into the race
I suggest he run 10 miles a day
A year from now
He will have gone away

And New York City schools
Will say "Hooray!"

1 comment:

  1. The roses are dead
    The violets no hue
    Bloomberg's the mayor
    Good times for the few

    Money's the word
    LLP's a cash cow
    Don't agree with his herd
    Then get out of town

    Society balls and party favors
    Don't talk unless spoken
    His arrogant behavior
    There must be a way to revoke-him

    We must stop Mayor Mike
    We must get kahones
    The others don’t have them
    They're busy strokin him

    He has no place in the race
    No matter where you’re from
    Ah fungoo your petition
    respite from mike


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