Ghost town Toronto

And so: king makers made a mis-step//the suburbs got their wishes//a cowboy got his cap//the kids got something to complain about. The subway stalled//the councilors crawled//the gays returned to their ghetto.

Tax is down, the rent's still up//columnists are shooting in a barrel. Pull out chalk sticks and draw a line around the centre//empty day-time scrapers of paper pushers//cycle without worry.

He was hurtled out of Toronto on an aircraft//vote uncounted.