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!"
The roses are dead
ReplyDeleteThe 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