I descended

I descended
into the sewer
made love to a
denizen of the city underworld.
Our child rose so high
back to the surface
became the first openly
Under Governor.

Let us rot
in the belly of
the old mob
town.

We pirouetted
anyway
disowned by our
successful progeny.

You never want to
die before your child
but we had to kill
the bastard one day.

Not really a bastard
but he would not admit
I was his Sire;
so practically a bastard.
Got too big for his bridges
far underneath which we'd
bred him.

Now we have a
vastly loyal
daughter,
supports us on the
campaign trail
right from the
gutter to the
White House.
The usual path.

She'll be queen of the
Oververse
someday.