Belleville Township is my shepherd; I shall not bleat.
It maketh 45 people a month to depart with gift cards: it costeth me $18 a year in property taxes.
It restoreth its own undead soul: it leads me down the primrose path for its employees’ sake.
Yea, though Monday it walked through the valley of the shadow of death, it will fear no end: for thou art with Belleville; thy rent and thy staff continue costing me.
Thou survived years of attacks by thine enemies: thou appointest two new workers to handle two visitors a day; my ire runneth over.
Surely government illogic shall further thee all the days of my life: and I will dwell with the debt of the Township for ever.