EULOGY FOR ELIOT
By
Dr. W.R. Marshall, Ph.D
March 22, 2008
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Farewell
to thee, oh Eliot, m�lad.
Your parting filled with sorrow, so, so sad.
The city did you rule with iron hand,
Your work undone by dint of treach�rous gland.
A
light so bright you were, a party star,
It�s always those in Heaven fall so far.
One day, perhaps, the throne was yours to claim,
But now alone you sit, your wick to blame.
So
much you could have done we would not hold:
Forget we would a vote you might have stol�d.
Rich friends to them you could grant great monies,
Or contracts of no bid, we�d think that funny.
Perhaps
you�d blind an eye to those of oil,
Then ignore the shylock�s foul toil.
And give to those you know high paying jobs,
While all around know they are just nabobs.
We
could excuse that you in fear�s grasp sat,
As our great city was under attack.
Or that you were so horribly informed
About a thing of which we were forewarned.
You
could have lied and sent our best to war
Without a plan, save that there�d be much more.
For that we would have yelled, �Hip-hip-hooray,
Let�s make you king for yet another day.�
We�d
look away when you the laws did break,
And then our very basic freedoms take.
And even if you let the bayou drown,
Yet still we would not take away your crown.
You
could have been indiff�rent to our plight,
At each offense we would not fuss or fight.
You could have done most things, we�d ask for more;
�Til you paid for sex with a high-priced whore.
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