Treasure Island

James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

Balanced Budget... Nov 14th,2012

Balanced Budget …Nov 14th,2012
James Bredin

What do you mean; balanced budget; our politicians never heard,
They're busy travelling the world and never got the word,
Okay, we just heard that lower commodity prices are a bad sign,
Will they or will they not, have to examine our credit line?

Should massive government spending be under control?
Should we have forbidden referendums or maybe have a poll?
Have Conservative principles been thrown out the door?
And how do promises of a future balanced budget score?

Is this the same crowd that refused death-with-dignity to us all?
Do they expect us to get down on our knees or maybe crawl?
Why is the federal budget ballooning to $26 billion this year?
Should we forget about this because the government is sincere?

Nov 14th,2012

Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012

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