The Canada Of My Youth Poem by Raymond Farrell

The Canada of my youth
Prior to the rise
Of Pierre Yves Elliott Trudeau
Was prosperous and debt free
Unburdened by a huge government bureaucracy
And its unfunded liabilities
But that all ended with Trudeau
That Canada is long gone
Like last winter's snowman
And in its place
Is a muddy patch
Of dead rotten grass
The very spot oozes
Like a carbuncle
In the Spring's heat
The stench is becoming awful
And it looks
More and more
Like something
A dog puked up.