Mr. Romney and his wife take regular walks around La Jolla, exchanging pleasantries with fellow strollers and occasionally enforcing the law. A young man in town recalled that Mr. Romney confronted him as he smoked marijuana and drank on the beach last summer, demanding that he stop. –The New York Times, on Mitt Romney’s beachfront house in California.
I love the sight of ocean foam
And if I had my druthers
Here’s the place that I’d call home
Along with several others.
Here far from the hoi polloi, a
Man can stretch out and relax
With our own kind in La Jolla
Ann can park her Cadillacs.
To our neighbors–this means you,
The guy with the tattoo. It
Cost us plenty for this view
So kindly don’t walk through it.
And I assume you’ll all adhere
To the law that bans
Smoking pot or drinking beer
Leaving lids off garbage cans
Playing music after dark
Leaving litter on the sand
Riding skateboards in the park
Or same-sex couples holding hands.
And as for all those lovely boys
Who rake and mow and clean yards
Let me recommend the joys
Of checking them for green cards.
Now I’m known for creating jobs
Through private-sector voodoo.
So here’s one for you lazy slobs:
Pick up your dogs’ doo-doo.
In fact for dogs it’s not that hard
And I am living proof
To keep them tied up in your yard
Or on your station-wagon roof.