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My Big Brother

I have a new big brother

He's dressed in tory blue

He's not just my big brother

I think he's your bro too!

He sits up in his tower

Pulling strings across the land

But when a string of his should break

It's not his *** that gets canned

I found out my incumbent

Goes to Africa every year

In fact I'm told he stays there

For as long as he stays here

I don't really believe it

But you know it must be true

My Big Brother called to tell me

I'm surprised that he got through

Six months away is what we're told

Glen Pearson spent away

But tales like this sound more like they

Were told by Stockwell Day

So late at night, my phone did ring

To tell me how to vote

They told me how the Liberals

Were up the creek without a boat

I know that I'm supposed to go

To the church across the street

That's where the poll is and I know

It's where our local voters meet

But when my bro called down to me

And said, "You don't go there"

This time you vote in Ingersoll

There is no line up there

My big brother said we were wrong

His party would not stoop

To do phone calls to folks like us

That was a bunch of ****

Why would he lie, he is the King

I've read his license plate

He's my brother, one I'm told

That holds on to my fate

His party gave out tax rewards

To companies for jobs

They took all of the money

And they closed the shop down....slobs

It's funny how one person can

Phone ridings, not one missed

But I can't get their calls to stop

And I'm on the no call list

Robo calling is what it is

A heinous crime at best

Nixon used it in the States

Although he never did confess

Comparing my Big Brother now

To Tricky Dicky Nixon

Well, I've got to say

Those PC's sure know just the way to fix one.

To hang one man out for this task

It surely can't be true

I wonder if he'll change his mind

And his suit of Tory Blue

I ask around and all I hear

is I voted NDP

So, how in hell, explain to me

they'e a majority

I know that my Big Brother

Would not do such a thing

Excuse me for a moment

But my phone's about to ring!

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roger-turner
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Jun 30, 2012
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