A poem left in a comment under this article from OldMaBarker about Illinois State Senate candidate Mary Mahady:
Mary Mahady and the Death March of the McHenry Township Taxpayers
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Taxpayer Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –
And then I saw Mary Mahady ascend her throne, and gravely intone,
“Come to your own funeral my pretties, I’ll ne’er lift my bony fingers to help ye!”
And creak across my Soul
With those same Mahady Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a stark poverty, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –
“Mary, you betrayed us all and skinned us each ALIVE!
You taxed us from or home and hearth to feed yourself full fat.
You are dirty and we revolt ‘gainst your crookedness and guile.”
Oh my goodness.
This is one inch away from thinking you are Napoleon on the scale of nutty.
Congratulations to our poet laureate in residence, OldMaBarker.
Well done !
I’d say a half inch.
Half-inch? Mary’s far wider than that!
Good one Ma!
Although I’ve been spared her taxing torture, I see she now wants to expand her sway on me in Nunda Township!
Never!!! Wilcox all the WAY!