Poetry

De Blasio Crushes A City

De Blasio Hikes
So the rocks were crushed by the ocean.  In time.  Maybe a long time.  Who cares?  The result is in the distance and you need good shoes to run a marathon.
I used to run thirty miles a week.
Now I don’t run at all.
I used to want happiness.
Now I have it by accident.
That’s a smile you see on my face and a laugh that is caught in my throat.  I am entering the last couple of miles and I am indifferent to the finish.
Whether the crowd applauds me or curses me
Is irrelevant
To the blades of grass in Central Park.
Mayor De Blasio thinks
That he will enter heaven if he bans
Horse carriages.
If a camel can’t pass through the eye of a needle a bloated mayor can’t pass through the hole in possible success.
De Blasio will be caught in his own aspirations like a misguided progressive not realizing that going forward is often the fastest route to being left behind.
He will meet the butt end of his naïve plans besides Obama who is also leading from behind. Bent over at the line they will hike our lives from between their legs and failures.  They will call them touchdowns to the rabid hometown fans who make groupies look open-minded when they believe a fake scoreboard on enrollment in Obamacare.

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About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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