A poem by Patricia A.

Inspired by last night’s City Commission meeting (May 6, 2008)

The circus came to town and stayed;
it set out tent at City Hall.
Stubborn minds will not be swayed,
and elevated egos will not fall.

How do good intentions go astray?
And how do so-called servants have the gall
to make a public spectacle, and thus betray
The trust awarded them for answering the call?

On second thought, animals that do obey,
and are led by a ringmaster that can stand tall,
shouldn’t be lumped with politicians who can’t find their way,
that were elected by a constituency that dropped the ball.

Editors note: Keep an eye on Chris Davis’s Café Brownsville for video later this week.