Thursday 28 February 2008

15 Qualm

  • Because of my mayor I dwell in want

    he maketh rates to pauper me

    he leadeth developers into the beachfronts

    he restoreth my fears

    He leadeth me in the paths of national ridicule for his egos sake

    Yea though I walk through the valley of concrete and highrise, I will find no exit, for he art in office

    Thou preparest a hidden agenda in the absence of thy council

    Thy closed council meetings discomforts me

    Thou dispensations of contracts angers me

    Thy Kingly demeanour, travels, and feasts offend me

    Thou anoitest my head with oppression, intimidation and ridicule

    My money runneth out

    Surely poverty and disaster shall follow me all the days of thy term

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lets see,this humble peasant thinks that K could be "King" and B could be -----?