Ode to Zoning

[shakespeare]

A township called Antis was groaning.
For they lacked a small thing they call zoning.
It'd been proposed twice before
But had been shown out the door
By some misguided farmers crying and moaning.

Now instead of a well thought out plan.
You can build anything you want on your land.
So here come the drug addicts
To the methadone clinics
Antis dealt itself a losing hand.

The moral of this story could be
That supervisors who are so cowardly
That they cave when confronted
By the mentally stunted
Stick it to us all, collectively.

[FredWaringWasMoney]

Yo yo yo
Them's some heavy rhymes my man...
Here's my rap on downtown skateboarding!

Young gangsta.
Young gangsta.
Da man say you can't hang, suh!
Get off P.A. avenue
No bikes. No boards. Just shoes
You drive all da shoppers away
That's what da man say.
But, why you trippin' G?
see.
I ain't seen a shopper since 83!

Keep it real--
Fred Waring Was Money!
And you know that's right.