Last fall, we Topekans voted a sales tax increase to fix our city streets. Never mind that city ordinances require that money be set aside from existing taxes for street repair.

For several months now, we have been paying an additional 0.5% (total: 7.95%), and neither I nor anyone I know has ever seen the streets in worse shape. Interestingly, there are a number of road construction projects underway, but precious little repair.

I was inspired to write this piece of literature by the evasive actions required to maintain some semblance of alignment in the front of my car.

The Topeka Pothole Hoedown

Well, swing that steering wheel off to the right.
If you fall in that hole you’ll be out of sight.
If you fall in that hole you will never be found,
And your tires will never again be round.
You will never again see the light of day,
Oh, Yippy Ky-Yo and-a (Stomp!) Ky-Yay!

Well, slam on the brakes and go real slow.
You don’t wanna speed through that big ol’ hole.
It’ll rattle your doors and pop your hood,
And won’t do your axles no darn good.
If my car had wings it’d fly away,
Oh, Yippy Ky-Yo and-a (Stomp!) Ky-Yay!

Oh, swing that steering wheel off to the left.
Ya think the tax increase mighta been theft?
They raised our taxes to fix the roads.
But whatever happened to all that dough?
We may never know, but what the hey.
Oh, Yippy Ky-Yo and-a (Stomp!) Ky-Yay!

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