Because of my mayor; I dwell in want
He maketh rates to send me broke
He leadeth developers into the beach fronts
He restoreth my fears
He leadeth me in the paths of national ridicule for his ego's sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of concrete and highrise, I will find no exit, for he art in office
Thy closed council meetings and dispensation of contracts, discomforts me
Thou preparest a hidden agenda in the presence of thy council
Thou anointest my head with intimidation
My money runneth out
Surely poverty and disaster shall follow me all the days of thy term
Anon.
(with apologies to 23rd Psalm - sent to me by someone early last year after the the Mayor's Yasser Arafat incident and the rates rise.)
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