<Well folks, this one was written before Rob Ford, but I think it is even more appropriate considering the Mayor we in Toronto are currently subject to, and hence, herewith, hear ye, heart ye — the Mayor’s Song:>

Each day
another great wheel
raises me up until the lights shine
beneath me like stars reflected in Lake Ontario.
Lowers me into unimaginable depths
of misery and pity,
whose smoke and confusion
brings tears to my eyes.
Must I witness all that is good,
all that is wild and savage?
I continue to rise
and fall until I rise again,
as if I were master,
not slave. As if I
could control the passion,
the need to demonstrate
the best that never can be;
the truth about what lies beneath
the stable of the beast.