Reunions: #4 Billy DeLuca

Reunions: #4 Billy DeLuca

Billy DeLuca, our High School class officer
Ran for Mayor, drove a Jag sportster
Back in the day, I think it was an XK120
His Dad did City Construction, was worth plenty
Billie drove me down to Greenwich Village's Gerdies Folk City
To see Bobby Dillon and the Southern Gals pretty
Then for blow jobs with Uptown Hookers
The car so small we took turns as lookers
In case a cop might blow their whistle
While we were getting wet our thistle
Sad to say our boy didn't cum quick
The FBI made his felony charge stick
Arrested in 2003 for embezzlement
He denied he ever took a cent
Admitting he swiped a tube of Pepsodent
From a drop box in the City Hall for
Orphan Charity
That theft he recalled with pious clarity
The FBI followed him to the bank on First Street
Found he'd boxed a million dollar payoff neat
Paid for approval of a real estate deal
That would have made the city reel
Dislocating the poor
Giving the robber barons more
In a vault box with a dangling lock
He'd hid the key in his bulging jock
Bulging because he'd inserted a sock
Doesn't that ploy come to naught?
When the playmate he has caught
Is denied the cock implied?
But such is politics
The art of the image quick
Without throbbing blood filled reality
Politics is just corruption and banality
But as a hooker once told me
All us men are mostly alike
We all will mount and ride the bike
None of us are special folks
Just a bunch of flesh and blood jokes
Ethics seems unfound in election candidates
Such is democracies saddest fate