South Atlanta's My Kind A Town Poem by Douglas Scotney

I'm tapping one of my sandwich
poems: the title echoes the final
line. I'm going to move my capital
to where they vote for me, to where
I'll pull bigger crowds than the last.
They'll probably call it after me,
with -town on the end, or -ville,
or -le-do, or -lestiltskin, or
Versails, or, where did Akhenaton
build? Akhetaton, or Tromperie for
Deception, or Fatehpur Sikri, City
of Victory, or T-bum T-bum. Instead
of up here where they voted for her,
I'm moving my capital down.
South Atlanta's My Kind A Town.