The RHATT Pack Watch Day 200

The RHATT Pack Watch

Day 200

Today is Sunday, November 11th, Day 200 of the Rhatt Pack Watch

 

Some people say a man is made outta mud
Most in White Springs are made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s tired and convictions which are made of stones
You work all day long and  what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Town Hall next door
I wasn’t born yesterday and feel its wrong for the Town to take my last dime
But I need to feed my family so I picked up my shovel and walk to the mine
I work hard to make certain I can provide food shelter and clothing
And the Ratt and the “Gang” said give that money to us for our holding
You work all day long and  what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Town Hall next door
I get so tired of Town Taxes assessments and fees
That Fighting and Trouble making for me would be a breeze
There’s drugs and whores on every corner
No Fire or Police Departments and the Town’s run by a foreigner
You work all day long and  what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Town Hall next door
The water is not potable and the sewers are exploding
And the streets and roads are eroding
They have stripped me of any extra money
And to most of us it ain’t very funny
You work all day long and what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Town Hall next door
The Town continues to find ways to start pie-in-the sky projects
Which everyone  in Town has started to lose even their personal effects
When you choose food and clothing over the high sewer rates
They shut off your water and treat you like a bunch of primates
You work all day long and  what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Town Hall next door
This misspending, corruption and embezzlement has to cease
As our health and welfare starts to decrease
The Town is supposed to serve us instead of we serving it
But they continue to treat each of us as a misfit
You work all day long and  what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to Town Hall next door
If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a-get you
Then the left one will
Don’t let the Ratt and the “Gang of Three” cause you to get in legal trouble because of a physical fight.  They ain’t worth you being stuck in prison.  Fight back legally by protesting and recalls.  It’s Day 200 and the Red-face Ratt hasn’t resigned yet.  The Rhatt Pack Watch continues.

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