In Grand New York --Poem

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Rubla Rhan
by Hunter

Wed Dec 05, 2007 at 08:51:26 PM PST


In grand New York, under Pale Male's wing
Where the subways hum, and taxis sing
There lived a man who liked his bling
And who would screw most anything.

With his wife he became bored
but yet his bald libido roared
So to the Hamptons he would soar
And charged his sex romps to the poor.

"Why not?" he cried, "I deserve to roam,
And smell the ocean's salty foam.
These funds may help the homeless, true,
But does not my d*ck need shelter too?"

Mere protocol would not deter,
the funds were easily transferred;
his mistress preened, her family purred,
and the city worked as their chauffeurs



Read the rest of the poem--its about a mayor of NYC


http://www.dailykos.com/story/2007/12/5/214558/384/618/418396