- 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
Thursday 28 February 2008
15 Qualm
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1 comment:
Lets see,this humble peasant thinks that K could be "King" and B could be -----?
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