City minister!
I wake up in my big bed
Scratch my belly and get up and shave
Two dim eyes in the mirror
Appraise me from a twisted face
City minister!
My nerves are sizzling wires
Rumors hum behind my eyes
My heart starts its anxious stutter
Under my bright silk tie
City minister!
I’m meeting with the mayor
He hardly gives me any time
His hair is always perfect
His friends are so much richer than mine
City minister!
If he will endorse my
Plan for a casino uptown
The owners might finance my
Re-election bid a year from now
City minister!
(A project for the public
I’ll propose today
I’ll smile like a star and speak
As solemn as a saint
It isn’t in your interest
But it’s all that I can do
While I work for you)
City minister!
I haven’t bought a meal in
So long I don’t remember when
But I sure pay for sex boy
And tonight I’m gonna do it again
City minister!
It’s never how I want it
It never gets me what I need
All that matters is status
Once you finally reach your peak
City minister!
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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