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Friday, November 12, 2010

City Hall- Reporters

I worked for 22 years as the Chief Financial Officer of a New Jersey municipality.






REPORTERS
Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth
  
Public officials
train fast to fear journalists,
or they become the news.

The media’s sharp,
yes, even the green stringers
that gaze into space.

They’ll pick up the buzz
and work the maddening crowd.
They are keen to take kings down.

The whiff of a lie
or the stench of corruption
doesn’t make them high,
despite what you may think. 
It’s just their nose for news.
It’s business, it’s primal:
 the lure of fresh blood.

City Hall-Not Like Newark


I worked for 22 years as the Chief Financial Officer of a New Jersey municipality.  







NOT LIKE NEWARK
Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth


This burg’s really rich,
and some pay for private schools
and high taxes too.

The rec center closed.
The  county’s pool could be sold.
Layoffs in town hall.

Stopping brush pick-up
is the price they’re asking now
just to stay even.

Our cops take some risks,
maybe not like in Newark…
Aren’t suburbs safe?
  
Their pensions are tops,
better than mine, I hear said.
Twenty in, then out.
More than half their pay
and a lot more if they stay
on patrol longer.

The threat is to quit
and put their papers in now,
than take any cuts.

Taxes are soaring,
and it’s going to get worse.
I just lost my job.




City Hall-Civil Service

I worked for 22 years as the Chief Financial Officer of a New Jersey municipality.  






CIVIL SERVICE
Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth

 
Working for a town
has wonderful perquisites:
any jerk can call you names.

 What kinds of names?
Try on “crook and thief” to start
or how about, “bottom feeder.”

That’s over the phone.
Go to a public meeting
when tax bills are mailed!
A very bad trip, indeed,
after the hounds have sharpened their teeth
to chew you a new asshole.


“Just sit there and smile!
Because they pay you the big bucks
plus your expenses!”

“Don’t get them madder!
The crowd can get ugly.
We don’t want bad press.”

You can’t bite them back.
City Hall’s too frustrating….
just sit back and listen.

There is no recourse
but to count down how many days left
‘til you have your pension.


City Hall- RIGHT TO KNOW

I worked for 22 years as the Chief Financial Officer of a New Jersey municipality.  






RIGHT TO KNOW
Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth



A faithful watchdog
or the flea that makes it scratch?
Seeking truth or blood?

Angry, in your face-
Whining, nattering, suing-
often condemning!

Shot gunning mean words,
clearly crude and destructive,
aimed just to enrage.

Questions and motions
so well timed plainly obstruct
all other matters.

Mistakes?  Possibly.
Doesn’t everyone make them?
If so, not hidden.

No dishonesty.
No one even a suspect.
Only disruption!

What is there to gain?
An ego trip and sound bites?
Political hay?

City Hall- Certainty

I worked for 22 years as the Chief Financial Officer of a New Jersey municipality.  








CERTAINTY
Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth

What a joy it was,
found so late, only after
the effort was done.

The thought of knowing
the answers, the solutions,
was never in doubt.

It was expected
that fog would evaporate…
eventually!

The means didn’t change.
The procedure can’t be beat:
reiteration.



Aim to simplify!
Find the basic presumptions;
commonalities.

What?  They passed you by.
Then start from the beginning!
They’re not obvious.

The beauty is there.
It lies unseen, but for your
determination.


City Hall- Merlin

I worked for 22 years as the Chief Financial Officer of Middletown Township, New Jersey. 






MERLIN

Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth

 
Budgeting magic
is expected year to year,
“so don’t raise taxes!”

Last year was the pits…
finding money for the cops
who’re always on top.

We shoveled the snow,
picked up all of the damned brush
and caught the stray dogs.

Lucky fire-fighters!
Their new truck cost a million.
We had to sell bonds.

We raided reserves
to pay for health insurance
and emergencies.

What will happen next?
The Governor canned State Aid…
Disney's Merlin
revenues gone south.

Can’t see how this year
we can make the budget fit
within rigid caps.

I guess we’ll lay-off,
drop service; cut office hours…
Win the lottery?

Abra cadabra!
Let’s turn the clock back ‘til when
we loved Fannie Mae!

ANCESTORS

My great granduncle, Ludwig Roth, died in the Andersonville, Georgia Prisoner of War Camp.  He was captured by the Confederacy at Mine Run, VA in 1863 and died in 1864 of scurvy.  He was an immigrant, arriving from Germany in 1852.  He enlisted in NY’s 39th Infantry, “The Garibaldi Guards,” also known as “Lincoln’s Foreign Legion” in 1861.  I wrote the following to honor his service:


 ANCESTORS
Copyright © 2010 by Robert A. Roth



An uncivil war
mustering New York’s rabble.
Sending them to Hell.

German immigrants,
Italians and the Spanish.
“Lincoln’s Legionnaires.”

Fodder for cannons-
An alien regiment
of new patriots.

Untrained volunteers
risking all to free black slaves,
and save the Union.

Surprised, caught by Rebs;
herded south from Virginia
to Andersonville.

Some battled and died;
lead was faster and cleaner
than being captured.

Forgotten ‘til now,
my great uncle, a private,
a hearty blacksmith,
with belly once full
of wieners and lager, soon
emaciated.

No Georgia peaches,
southern comfort nor water.
Only scurvy’s slow death.