My Appointment Poem by James Bredin

I would like to join the Canadian establishment if I could,
I’m sure with all those fancy entitlements, it would be good,
I could pretend I’m a millionaire as I travel here and there,
While I visit other dignitaries and never have a care.

I could then wait till I’m seventy five before I have to leave,
And what kind of good pension, would I then receive?
I could sneak out the back door and no one would know I was there,
Surely I’m not the first one to think of this appointed affair.

I’m not likely to get one of these appointed promotions,
Mainly because of my death-with-dignity illegal notions,
Which are not allowed or accepted by anyone up there,
Also forbidden by all preachers so you better say a prayer.