T’was just before Xmas and all through the city
Road cones wore tinsel and tried to look pretty.
Behind closed doors, away from prying eyes
The councillors voted on the CEO’s pay rise.
‘Market forces’ they cried, and then, ‘Competition’
Although surely they knew it was a poor rendition.
Cloistered, conceited, and out of touch with reality
Perhaps they need reminding of basic morality.
At a time when our city’s been brought to its knees
The mayor and his cronies just do as they please.
When the CEO’s salary is brought into the light
It tells a sad tale in times that are tight.