Cleveland's Casino V. Cleveland Clinic - Poem by Luke Easter
Construction of Cleveland’s Casino has come to a halt,
The Governor of Ohio is one hundred percent at fault,
A $150 million licensing fee plus one third is not fine,
And billion dollar Cleveland Clinic pays not one dime.
Non-profit is the word for not giving the city its cash,
Building more than Vegas somewhere there’s a stash,
Over 640 teachers laid off plus fire personnel & cops,
Caesars! Much needed revenue but Kasich says stop?
This idiot wants more from where there was none,
Casino construction has ceased, workers are done,
Did not Ohio voters on a legal election day decide?
Should it not be up to them if the project has died?
Sorry politics but this favoritism crap is getting old,
Waiting until the projected site’s already been sold,
Officials knew beforehand all the terms of the deal,
Elected criminals! Let us see what we can we steal.
A basketball superstar who is still getting the blame,
Never ran for office, governor is not before his name,
And now a year after the departure of LeBron James,
Business as usual in Cleveland, nothing has changed.
Okay, who allows Cleveland Clinic to be so darn bold?
Not only their own police force but their own zip code?
Shutting down fire stations, police districts and schools,
Billed as the premiere health care facility, rave reviews.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have what’s called best,
But, being located within city limits what about the rest?
Why not more dough from the Indians, Cavs & Browns?
Did we elect capable officials or did we vote for clowns?
Not one solid wall has been erected, Ohio rolls the dice,
Dangling rotten cheese in front of poker stars, how nice,
Gamblers look around in disbelief scratching their heads,
Ah, any wonder many have pronounced Cleveland dead?
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