Don't Vote

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