The Mayor
The mayor’s been indicted
And they’re searching through his things
To uncover proof that he deserves
The boot this often brings.
I live near Gracie Mansion;
The surrounding streets are lined
With police cars and the vans of press,
Arrest on every mind.
I don’t know if he’s guilty,
Though his circle’s shrinking fast,
But I’m pretty sure our time as neighbors
Isn’t gonna last.
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