A Streetcar Named De$ire Poem by John F. McCullagh

Detroit is a mess, eighteen billion in debt
But you can't stop a loser from a double down bet.
The transit she has runs deep in the red
Half her acreage is vacant and her tax base has fled.
So now they plan a streetcar, the M-1 light rail
They boldly go forward with a plan doomed to fail.
Detroit's busted budget is out of control
Their schools are the worst, Half the town's on the dole.
But if we build a streetcar then all will be well?
More cash down the rat hole! Don't ask and don't tell.
Three billion dollars it's projected to cost-
half for the rail line and half for the Boss.