The falsity of our system is very dumb
The government in the guise of economy
Brings in different types of program
Which doesn?t help the consumer
One iota
But eventually the cost
After extensive research and waste
Would finally pass down to us
And as the federal provincial hum
The consumer waits in awed expectancy
Would it be another hi-way or dam
A catastrophe or a disaster
One extra
Billion less or the most
To find out if the beaver has a taste
Or if monkeys can travel in moon bus.
These boys have a financial lust
To find some fool-hardy scheme
Always in the name of research
Just to allow the elite
To fool around at cock-tail with funds
That can be spent to the benefit
Of the consumers, but no!
They prefer to waste millions
Bickering in the national circus
The politician?s ultimate dream
Where some sit like dry birch
For the soup over there is so sweet
Thus making no waves because of bonds
Always smiling, ready and swift to shift
In the name of the party, to show
Fake loyalty even to the unions.
Do not think for one moment
That the consumer doesn?t have dreams
Of places like Acapulco or Barbados
Of mortgage rates getting lower
So he might buy a home
Of owning a farm or cottage
Of giving up the costly TTC
Buying his own little automobile
But when he tries to cement
And thinks he is getting there, it seems
He has got to get ready again for the gallows
To earn extra bread and butter
If he really that home
And not to lose his economic footage
Accepting life as he breathes heavily
Too numbed with tension to feel.
He is like the last
Of a large family of eight
Whose clothes are handed down
Whose shoes are always
One size extra or long
His shirts are knee length
With patches on his back and belly
His hat covers his eyes
Always expected to be mild
Follow unquestioningly straight
Without much of a sound
No matter what his father says
Even if it?s wrong
Applying his spent strength
As he loyally pursues determined
To uphold the family ties.