Poem – Miranda Johnson

Letter for a mayor

This is Your City
and after all, you’re just being civil.
It’s important to look the part
to swank and swoon
to chat up the girls.
Who knows from which pussy
your next vote might emerge?

Your output’s measured
by how much they put out.
If you play hard
by corollary, you work hard:
striving for excellence
and restructuring towards
the implementation
of a new vision.

Anyway, power corrupts
and your core competencies
require you to perpetuate that.
Idealism is dead.
Morality is relative
and next-door don’t have it either.


Miranda Johnson

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