MAYOR SAM
There was a Mayor, in Los Angeles, Yorty.
Never did much; made the rounds spouting,
only all the right stuff - he knew the critical
canon, had it all just right. Along the thruways,
Sam ran - car-fast, Ferrari-fast, swift. The
credo was pronounced by him alone as right.
I met him once in old L.A. I said 'Sam, throw
that shit away - it's old and it's tired and no one
wants to hear from you anyway.' Just about
that time, the whole world around him
crumbled anway. Sam just had
nothing more to say.
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