Poem for Mayor Bloomberg Beginning with a Line of His

"Pardon me, Sir. I've a question or two."

That's what they all say.

What they really mean is: will you

listen to my rant of the day

which blames our problems as a nation

on the lack of a unifying vision

giving rise to such frustration

that people will embrace any illusion

that knocks on the door, and more along

these lines until you, Mr. Mayor,

say: is there a question here?

I say: Take the day off. Sing a song

like "(We'll Have) Manhattan." You, sir,

can count on the poetry vote. Cheers!