Our country slides a slippery slope
Towards Dickensian vision grim
Leaving we plebs with little hope
Of anything but prospects dim
The water companies don’t care
They may be fined for water losses
The fines passed on, which is not fair
Rather than taken from the tossers
No oversight to farm or field
Builder or those who should provide
Such needed service but who wield
Their power and roughshod ever ride.
When will the powers that be just heed our cry?
Get real before the revolution’s nigh.
