A Crown Corporation with a fancy acronym,
For dispensing taxpayersí money that we canít condemn,
Where the Auditor General canít see the books,
And appointees donít need receipts that might show theyíre crooks.
All hidden in Ottawa in buildings that are gray,
Bold as brass on display while we all look away,
Supported by our money deducted from our pay,
Millions and billions and it goes on every day.
No need for them to justify their existence,
Backed by bureaucrats with power and persistence,
Where their propaganda says that nothing should change,
Where politicians proclaim itís not easy to arrange.
And without referendums or recall we are stuck,
In the proverbial status quo down in the muck,
And proportional representation weíre not allowed,
We just have to accept this acronym crowd.
Itís those on the Internet who are the real foe,
Opposing ideas so dear to the status quo,
They often pay heed or sit up and debate,
Something pompous politicians absolutely hate.