Your Uncle had an old saying:
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¡°If you don¡¯t vote, then you can¡¯t complain¡±
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Sizing up candidates 1st election day,
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you thought: ¡°I¡¯m 18 and have no opinion either way¡±
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You had a lot of friends but no peers
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Could you imagine- this could drag on four more years!
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If one day you had more peers than friends,
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it¡¯s because your means caught up with your ends
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Jaws are wagging: ¡°The 1 or the 2 ??¡±
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eager to put John Hancock on the ¡®who¡¯s who¡¯
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Voting seemed almost like a disease
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An absolute a day, if you¡¯re feeling ill-at-ease
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You thought about becoming a cop
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Any job with a helmet, in case of a drop
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You did what anyone else would do in your place,
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you toyed with the idea of entering the race
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Instead of living in your own filth,
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you had the nerve to think crop could spring from your tilth
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You were called ¡°Diva¡± by a protective young man
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They still call you every name they can
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It must hard sometimes not to complain,
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But that¡¯s the deal your Uncle once explained
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If not choosing was accepted as a trade,
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not voting would be the smartest choice you¡¯ve made
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Don't Vote
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Cass McCombs |