Treasure Island

James Bredin

(1933 / Ennis Canada)

Compolsory Voting For You... Mar 8th,2014


Compulsory voting and binding referendums should be allowed,
Then our party politicians could really feel proud,
Because then the system would tell them what our people need,
And this should not be a problem when we are all agreed.


But we can’t have medically assisted death so just don’t die,
Don’t phone up your MP because he/she doesn’t know why,
Our pompous parole boards are very busy setting cons free,
Media moguls don’t tell us or ask us if we agree.


If we could recall stupid politicians, it might help a bit,
But the Ottawa aristocrats would surely throw a fit,
And our appointed senators are there till they’re seventy five,
That means they’ll be there and you or I may not even be alive.

Mar 8th,2014

Submitted: Saturday, March 08, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014

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