Hail Mumbles! We who are about to go before the Zoning Board of Appeals salute you!

You’re Mumbles Menino, the boss of Boston, and you’ve just won yourself a fifth term as mayor.

Four more years of letting your greedhead pals put up skyscrapers on lots the size of a postage stamp. Another four years of Bunker Hill Day and Facebook at City Hall. Another four years of payback.

Alla- youse what had them Flaherty-Yoon signs in your front yards or storefronts - keep a close eye on those legal notices every Thursday in the Herald, because there’s a six-story “addition” coming to a shed near youse.

Ward 18 rules. You can’t fight City Hall, unless you’re from Hyde Park, in which case you are City Hall. Ten-inspectors-on-one is Readville fun.

God bless that Martha Coakley. She’s everything a cop should be - deaf, dumb and blind. By God she’ll leave no stone unturned in this e-mail investigation, except of course the one Mike Kineavy is hiding under.

Whew, sure am glad nobody ever thought to ask the question, does Kineavy have any hack siblings on any public payrolls, making over 104 large a year, and has anyone ever taken a peek at that other Kineavy’s hard-drive?

You’re Mumbles Menino, and you’ve got your Carnac the Magnificent turban on and the answer is, Deluxebury and Arlington.

The question is, Where will Baby Flats and Sam We Hardly Knew Yoon be living at this time next year?

Four more years and Mumbles Junior will be just about ready to go out with the kiss in the mail. And then he can go to work full time for Mr. Fish, in addition to managing the investment properties of course.

You’re Mumbles Menino, and people tell you, or would, if they weren’t afraid of ending up on the naughty list, that you should really start looking right now for a parachute, because everything goes downhill fast in a final term. You dodged a bullet with the e-mails and the Licensing Board. What happens if, God forbid, there’s ever a real prosecutor around here?

They whisper, Does he want to end up like Kevin White?

To which you respond with two words: Eminent domain.

Kevin had a lot of laughs in that final term, in addition to the subpoenas. Anybody remember the Langone Funeral Home, and the boulders blocking its parking lot?

Think of your developer pals, the guys what always do the right thing. They pay cash and so do their wives and so do their children and so do their secretaries - thank God there ain’t enough reporters left in the city to comb through your OCPF filings. You’ve been touching everything but the third rail.

You’re Mumbles and your developer pals hire the right lawyers and consultants. And not for nothing, but it don’t also exactly damage their prospects to take care of all-a them contractors and subs from Hyde Park what was with you back to the days when you was Joe Timilty’s driver.