Public Comment
The Creation of Water Emergency
There are strange things done
To make ferries run
On the bay by the gate of gold
And the money trails
Have their back-room tales
That would make your blood run cold
Those bureaucrats
Have committed strange acts
But the strangest of all, I fear
Is how they got votes
To dock the new boats
Right next to the Berkeley Pier
Now the Berkeley Pier
For year after year
Was a place to go fishing for free
Or walk on the bay
At the end of the day
With a jug of wine and thee
The windsurfers know
It’s the place to go
Where the wind is steady and strong
And the sailors too
(well, the ones with a clue)
Know it blows all summer long
Shorebird park
Right up ‘til it’s dark
Is a popular place for the masses
Tidepool studies are good
For the youth from the hood
In the Nature Center’s classes
Adventurers play
On a hot summer day
In a junkyard playground mix
Where the sea breeze is cool
And they’ll lend you a tool
To build a new house with old sticks
The owners of yachts
Need parking lots
For families, guests and crew
And restaurant diners
And novice first-timers
Who paddle the big canoe
But it all has to go
Cause a ferry, you know
Is the public transit solution
Even though it costs more
And it’s not for the poor
And it doesn’t help pollution
But who pays the freight
If it’s such a bad date?
There must be public funders
It’s bridge tolls, you see
Supporting this spree
And covering up the blunders
The process was botched
In horror we watched
While the master plan was ignored
And that EIR draft
(Are consultants that daft?)
Could have come from the brain-donor ward
The parking supply
Is the biggest lie
They might need a thousand spaces
Oh, they claim it’s much less
But that’s only a guess
And they say it with straight faces
A fly on the wall
Up at City Hall
Says they still haven’t seen through the ruse
Take our access away
And who ought to pay?
“Not I” said the WETA goose
There are strange things done
To make ferries run
On the bay by the gate of gold
And the money trails
Have their back-room tales
That would make your blood run cold
Those bureaucrats
Have committed strange acts
But the strangest of all, I fear
Is how they got votes
To dock the new boats
Right next to the Berkeley Pier
Sam McGee is a geologist who lives in Whitehorse, Canada.