Friday, July 17, 2015

A little poem to our dear mayor



Mr. Mayor you say crime is down. You must think we are a bunch of clowns Why is there is crime tape all around?

How come there are shootouts in the streets? Is this a place where people grieve?

They see a yellow tarp on the ground, covering someone that was shot down.

 Families are being torn apart. Do you REALLY think this is smart?
 When are these shootings going to stop, and we hear silence instead of gun pops?

While you’re in your office safe and sound, you can’t hear the cries of this town. And see the dead bodies on the ground? You need to take a look around.

You ask the people how they feel, and then throw a temper tantrum when OUR plan is revealed; like a child who is throwing a fit on the ground.

We did not get enough signatures this time, but we are not ready to give up or cross the line. We need you out ASAP, so we can finally get some sleep.

We need to take our great town back, and not listen to any useless flack. Heck we’ll help you pack.