Who would have thought it would come to this
The Big Apple, home of Wall Street
The Yankees, Broadway and Central Park
Would one day elect a Marxist Muslim mayor?!
Groucho must be rolling in his grave
As Harpo, well, plays his harp in pain.
I’ve been to The City, seen the World’s Fair
Ridden the subway, wandered all over there,
But now it’s somehow different
A new world in a new world order
It’s like the UN took over the town
Opened all its doorways to tear it all down.
Mayor Mamdani, may not last for long
May not even be legit if all votes were known,
But he will certainly be remembered
For polarizing his home,
And driving small minority owned businesses
Into the ground.
What comes next we want to know?
Maybe a Trump or something
Less conventional, more traditional,
Like an apple pie baking baseball playing
Yankee doodle dandy whistling mom.
Whatever it is I’m rootin’ for you NYC
Rootin’ and cheerin' for your comeback run.
(9/7/26)
Frigid temperatures filled the square
Rigid opponents chilled the air
Deriding him a radical socialist
Unbridling the race to get him off a ballot list
The city was arm in arm, in protest daily
Whites, Blacks, Arab and Israeli
and what came up to all’s surprise
Mayor elect—Mamdani’s rise
Along came the 112th Mayor elect
Strong spent are the people who'd select
Lines stretched around doters
Awaiting hours were his voters
Indulges in a city reborn it’s bagels and lox
Sworn in over the subway station docks
Hand upon Islam’s holy text
A marvel of a man who’ll govern next
Swearing words of conviction and not of pity
I swear, to bolster and defend this dynamic city
Mayor Mamdani
promises New York City ~
a hopeful journey
New Year's Day
1/1/26
Too early to call all the winners although a few got thru
All so far are Democrats and the house now more blue
My predictions last election on US leadership came true
Was it enough to stir and change folks point of view?
The polls close soon give or take in every state
They want to gerrymander our votes—it awaits
I hope you come out and vote tonight for what is right
Justice for all, due process and to continue the good fight
Unless you still feel the same with nothing to else gain
but more hate not fostered from God’s love He gave
I’d rather you not bother—stay inside your man-cave
I Am Anaya
Election Day
11/4/2025
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.
To every one of
My loyal subjects
I greet you with good news today
I'm back on track
There's no turning back
It's full steam ahead I say!
To my loyal supporters
You'll be happy to know
There'll be no more breaks in the action
I'm on top of my game
I'm cookin' again
Much to my satisfaction!
Gonna try extra hard
Gonna give it my best shot
To make this poetry site my main focus
The world could come
Apart and undone
But I won't resort to hocus-pokus!
So in closing I'll say
On my honour this day
Be assured this won't happen anymore
I know you can't wait
For your poetry mate
So relax no more breaks rest assured!
Shotguns for blood search
Of all places a church:
Not Muslims for Jihad;
Christians who the guts had…
Christ they know like priests
But this murder makes the feats.
Some ten million to share
After a job just unfair,
Each three million dollars,
Soon their shirts gold collars…
For ten years now Mayor,
James gone for last prayer:
His worth. The Betrayer
Through one Michael Heyer.
Green means Stop
Red means Go
Welcome to Chicago!
Everyone's talking about crime these days
So few police, it seems thuggery pays
No hotter topics than murder or theft
No matter your politics be right or left
Though in Chicago one issue's strictly off-limits for talking heads
Mayoral race apathy - 32.6% turnout - means democracy's dead
Lightfoot's Mayor job, let's not interrupt
Removing her from office, too abrupt ~
Forget the lockdowns and crime
Schools half-empty all the time ~
Truth is, she's not sufficiently corrupt
He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community, a bit costly now
But memories continue to layer on
The mayor wakes us up at six
to tell us we're to noise
What garbage trucks and City Shmucks
are paid to be as toys
To keep us all from sleeping well
and get us angry for it
And make our neighbor think it's Hell
and swear at us just for it
To tell us all we don't deserve
the better part of life
When silence lets us sleep in peace
and mayors know to stife
The most corrupt official around
was replaced by a young basset hound
Now mayor of Butte
he's tough and he's cute
barking decisions both honest and sound
Mayor Cat held the alley in high regard.
He rarely went out, it was bizarre in the yard.
Hey Grandpa! One of the disrespectful said.
Maybe you’ll fall out of the window and land on your head!
His grandmother cat boxed that Tom’s ears so hard.
We could hear his dendrites knocking all over the yard.
He had to apologize to Mayor Cat in a kindly way.
It made the rest of us smile a bit the rest of the day.
Mayor Cat had been ruling Cat City for some time.
No one gave him a hard time; he was regarded sublime.
The mama kitties made their young ones behave well
When Mayor Cat was watching them from his window sill.
They minded their manners, they said yes ma’am and no sir.
Mayor Cat watched them silently without comment or purr.
They knew better than to make a bullying meow
Except for the newest cat who got his ears boxed just now.
The most corrupt official around
was replaced by a young basset hound
Now mayor of Butte
he's tough and he's cute
barking decisions both honest and sound
1/28/22
On The Payroll of Hillburn City New Mexico
David J Walker
Imagine
That such a lonely city
Ever existed
Placed in the middle
of two nowhere
Not worth mentioning
A single building
The gathering spot for
Farmers wives far too
Busy to drive
to either of
the distant small towns for
Coffee,
Cigarettes
Milk and bread
Old cold cuts
Maybe out of date
And the daily mail
In your post office box
In the back
The newspaper from Lubbock
In the rack
Came yesterday and was
A day late at that
Not that it matters
In a jurisdiction
Where you must
pump your own gas
and then ask
about the latest gossip
from the Constable,
Mayor, & Postmaster, and
The only
And lonely
Working citizen on the Payroll
of Hillburn City
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