Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Blago Sonnet I
When out I go to do my daily jog
My subjects curse me, threatening to flog
Why canst they see their ruler as a man
Misunderstood just doing what he can
They sneer, accuse me of this Pay to Play
Thou fools. Twas naught but the Chicago Way.
They've done it like this since the days of old
Exchanging favours fine for BLEEPING gold
This, anyone with half an ounce of wits
Would know save that vile creature, Patrick Fitz
If I’ve done wrong, then I’m on the wrong planet
It’s Chi-Town, here, not Bedford Falls, goddammit!
If I be spoiled then so’s the whole façade.
Take everybody down or spare the Rod.