James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

Canadıan Senate...


Someone must know what appointed Canadian senators do,
Or where they're supposed to live or stay and what's new?
And if we deleted this appointed Senate; who would know?
Is it possible that Canada might save an awful lot of dough?

Do they get paid like Justin, when they appear, here and there?
Are they taxed on this extra dough and is it above board and fair?
Are these one of the reasons why we should rewrite the constitution?
Or is this not allowed because of political evolution?

Should we have legal binding referendums like the Swiss?
Should we have death-with-dignity or is this being remiss?
Are they like the Vatican in that they never answer questions?
Has an appointed senator ever made a public confession?

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013


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