Government Being Bribed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Government Being Bribed



Bureaucracy is the foremost problem government has today,
making quadruplicate papers filed, triplicates, then
duplicates made along with more copies for twenty diff-
erent files.

Where will it end no one can tell, especially not the
computers, they are always making mistakes, human error
you say? ? Not in this fine city of Phoenix, it's run by
political gods who can do no wrong.

At least that's what they claim down at city hall, many
politicians have patted themselves on the back, given
themselves fat juicy raises and handed out numerous awards
to each other for having the best run city in the U.S.

Does anyone else see the hypocrisy here, people are on wel-
fare, food stamps and on the streets of this fair city, how
well is it being run, inefficiently at best in my humble
opinion.

Now there's more in store for citizens, a baseball stadium
for our enjoyment and entertainment! it matters not one iota
that we voted it down several times already, but putting
their heads together decided with an alternative.

Behind voters backs, looking for a way to pay for a stadium
they will gladly give us, adding another small tax to cover
the cost, because the people of Phoenix don't matter as long
as the politicians cater to winter visitors.

Priorities are pretty well fixed, starting with lining their
own pockets with our hard earned money, taking anything they
want to from our city government with it's blessing, and not
from the public.

Voting citizens can do what they will to block the tax and
building of the stadium, but it won't matter because people
from other states are from organized sports, in other words
organized crime.

On top of these crimes it's been decided that we have a team
of our own, so the city can start collecting on the sale of
tickets up front without even having the stadium built yet,
wake up Phoenix!

Tell me, whatever happened to real baseball, our national
pass time, who's idea was it that men get paid for playing
a game, if someone wants to play, let them play for the sake
of the game, not for the money.

Millions of dollars spent on a few players, whereas welfare,
food stamps and homes for homeless get a few thousand here
and there to live on, no wonder there's rampant poverty here
in the U.S. a handful of players get millions, others nothing.

Those who want stadiums need to go somewhere else and sit on
the fortunes they've already amassed from the poor, we don't
need anything from your kind in our city, we have all the
takers we can handle, we could sure use some people who give.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was written on March 3,1995, when all this hoopla about a stadium came about. Colangelo was the name thrown about then.
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