Right to Know: a Dream
the Bard of Avondale
I dreamed I saw my legislator and hollered to him . . . “Yo!
“About those public records, we have the right to know.”
He likened laws to sausages. “No way,” I said. “Not so.
“We WANT to see our laws being made; we have the right to know.
“When you raised your pay at 2 a.m., you really stubbed your toe . . .
And paid the price with voters who demand the right to know.
“When PHEAA tried to hide its books, the courts said loudly, ‘Whoa!
‘The folks who pick the tab up, they have the right to know.’
“The issue really isn’t how much Penn State pays Joe.
It is instead the principle of the people’s right to know.”
I was talking to him as a friend. I don’t want to be his foe,
But I remain unwavering about my right to know.
I ended by reminding him, “You reap that which you sow,
“And the crop we need from you right now is a stronger right to know.”
Then I woke up determined to end this nightmare show
And get an open records law that upholds our right to know.