The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Dear Dalton's Disillusioned Disciples
Dear Dalton's Disillusioned Disciples
Dear Dalton, is it true that you lied through your teeth to get elected?
And those lies mean nothing now that you’ve finally been selected,
And as premier you seem to think we’re all wrapped up like rugs,
While you sit at Queen’s Park, tax, spend, jostle, taunt and cut seniors’ drugs.
Dear Dalton, I dread what is coming down the Liberal pipe,
What mad socialist programs are coming our way from your type?
Should we have rules to compel politicians like you to obey?
You only arrived and I can hear the screams but what can I say?
Dear Dalton, I’m sure you never heard of political recall,
As in California where their governor had to fall,
Could you initiate referendums for us poor common slobs?
Good for your legacy to slow down stupid political knobs.