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:

Anonymous said...

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