For all those hapless beings
Who refuse to use their names,
When complaining of the service
In a market few will name;
I must confess I’m like the rest,
When trying to speak out —
About the politicians
And their seeming, reasoning, clout.
The changes they have planned for us,
In this City by the sea,
Makes me doubt in fearful wonder
What is planned for you and me.
Perhaps I too had better seek
For a hidden name and plan,
Something like a “witness type” —
Protection anagram.
Phineas P. Fogbottom