
CUPE Locals 416 and 79 on strike
It's summertime - the season of strikes.
A strategy that nobody likes.
Twenty-four thousand off the job.
That's a pretty huge mob.
To the island, kids can't go.
City parks, should I mow?
In Christie Pitts
The garbage sits.
Left to fester.
What a disaster.
Transfer stations.
To their neighbours devastation.
Like Christmas morning for the local rats.
Will households be forced to adopt cats?
Tourism to disappear.
Way to make true another recessionary fear.
"Pay out our sick days", they say.
Would the private sector pay?
No way!
Fairness?
Or just greediness?
Thousands of autoworkers unemployed.
Of the economic climate, is your knowledge devoid?
Let me say it again.
Jot it down, if you have a pen.
Good luck rallying the sympathizers.
They'll be tough to find among the thousands fired.
If it's job security you want
Newsflash! Your jobs are stable enough to flaunt.
It's time for compromise
Or it's the city's demise.
As they say, timing is everything.
And times, they are-a-changing.


