An Outspoken Mayor - satire
Masonic moron, Plutus poor one
Bentley driving mentally deprived one
Our boy racers show faces of potential creativity
Our streets reverberate with open bonhomie.
Queen Street is neat on Saturday night
Teenagers group there, everything's bright
Buskers not hustlers earn coin for a feed
For brothels of gentry we have no need
Think of the dogs and their need for a pee
When they get to the top and look for the tree
Or would you rather they pissed on the Obelisk
A fitting tribute to the likes of your lot
Leave policing to policemen, get out of your tower
It's not like they came down in the last shower
You'll just have to trust our boy racers are grateful
When the boys in blue dig out needles, glue and hateful.
Have a thought for the unfortunate, not that they care
They learned long ago that your system's unfair
Your cronies and henchmen, do-gooders and all
Monopolise the siphon where the Treasury draws.
How do you kick start this city of ours?
Get off our backs and we'll reach for the stars.
Get out of your offices and on to the streets
Be humble in places where everyone meets
Your radio talk back no good for the ex-pat
Your popular controversy to easy to see through
Your allegiances mark you as too many favours due
Your indulgence in boys toys the subject of Tolstoy
Successful and happy and loves changing nappies
Your urbanity now in privileged humanity
Are you collecting for secret societies?
At the end of the day that's where our fears lie.
Local government elections like stroking erections
Sit on committees and enjoy the drip feeds
This vitriolic mouthful invites the terrible
Popular with the youthful - beware party faithful.