Wing Nuts... - Poem by James Bredin
If we cannot iron out our differences, we are in deep shit,
Our appointed aristocrats will ensure this and we have to admit,
How dare you think that eventually things could improve,
Death-with-dignity is forbidden and they will never approve.
And any petition for death-with-dignity will be dismissed,
Even if Pauline Marois Premier of Quebec insists,
Though Pauline is the best thing to happen in Canada for years,
I just wish I understood French, which would be music to my ears.
But Ottawa elite appointees want to stay there forever,
Some in the Senate, some in High Court and they're all quite clever,
This whole elite appointed aristocrat organization is sad,
And nothing can change up there and they're all so glad.
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