I believe a contest for “fitting Blago poetry quotes for his next press conference” is in order. Who’s with me?

My first nomination (with some hopefulness): Something from “The Ballad of Reading Gaol”.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.