On First Looking into NYC Mayor Eric Adams’s Junket to Central America

Much have I travell’d through the realms patrolled

by gunmen, many broken countries seen;

of storied northern city had we dreamed

which Wall Street magnates do for Mammon hold.

Oft of stacked green bills, food have I been told

by smugglers selling boats from this domain,

so never did I surrender that dream

till I heard Adams speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like New York was just too full

to offer safety, clothing, or a bed.

Like that, I stopped. I felt the homeward pull,

missing drug cartels, starvation, brutal men.

I blithely turned back south as Adams headed

for his tour, with press, of Darien.