We see the Canadian problem in a huge big red room,
Full of hand-picked seated appointed aristocrats at noon,
That we can’t change or rearrange because we’re not allowed,
They each have the title of senator so keep your head bowed.
The place cannot be shut down because of the Constitution,
We need a politician who can do it and not cause confusion,
But we are not allowed binding referendums like the Swiss,
And even now, we’re not too sure if senators can be dismissed.
Why are proportional representation and referendums banned?
Then add death-with-dignity and compulsory voting that we should demand,
Democratic elections should be held on June first every fourth year,
Our establishment of course will look at this as very austere.
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