Bloomberg likes poetry.

But does poetry like Bloomberg?
Sure. Why not? Poetry takes all the attention it can get. Here's an original poem by the man himself:

"Hope" NYC
By Mike Bloomberg

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That makes our City soar
It will take us to the future
As it's carried us before

Hope is the thing with feathers
That travels all our streets
It sings in every language
It sometimes even tweets

And though we may not see it
It perches everywhere
In new shops and small businesses
In every schoolroom chair

It could be our famous pigeon
Or fabled red-tailed hawk
Hope is the thing with feathers
That flies throughout New YAWK

So, basically, Hope (quote-unquote) is a giant bird that lives in New York City, and is also a time-machine.

I'm sorry, Emily. We didn't mean to make you cry. God Bless, New York. I hope everyone had a happy Poem in Your Pocket Day.