Another Election Rolls Around In The Good Old U.S.A. Poem by Dave Tanguay

Another election coming around, politicians again are practicing
Their smile
They want our vote they’ll promise us the world will be at our
Command
Yes, they’ll shake our hands, pat our backs, and truly walk the Additional mile
Their opponent they say is no damn good, only they can truly Understand

Speeches delivered with so much commitment, they really
Have as all under their spell
They have us believing they are the one; they certainly
Wouldn’t kiss my baby and lie with those, same tender lips.
Cheering them on waving frantically they bring back the sound
Of the old liberty bell
O.K. they’ve won me over, calm down now relax - I’ve got to
Come to grips


Election Day has arrived I’m the first one at the poles, this one
I trust and without hesitation I cast my vote
Driving to work, I sing a tune and offer a prayer my man will
Come through as the winner
After my day’s work is through at home, the local news declares
Him the victor - time
To relax and unwind - yes this victory is worth another tote.
Before I retire to my bed - I’ll celebrate - and my wife and I will
Go out to dinner

Four years later

The man I cast my vote for on that November day four years ago.
The man I had no doubt would come through
All those promises of a brighter future, health care, lower taxes,
And a social security plan
Were carried out indeed - he lives in a mansion, pays no taxes,
And has a million dollar retirement plan, all his dreams have come
True
All he accomplished legally, was stop my weed, for no taxes were Collected, so the pot he did ban

But wait this is another election year, he has made his fortune of the Backs of us fools
Now he can travel at government expense live the rest of his life on The taxpayer’s tab
They’ll be another one to take his place, with fresh ideas, offering
Us all new hope, he learned in all those elite and formal schools
They say it’s the American way, but this time I’ll grab my bedroll and Hang on to my bankroll,
I won’t listen again to all that political gab

I’ll live on the streets with all of the honest bums, and thieves that
Tell you were their comin from
I won’t be fooled again by some sleazy smooth talking politician
Who truly belongs in cage
I’ll take my chances with those who only steal to stay alive, on the Outskirts of the jungle where to live by rules to the politicians you
Must succumb
Today’s society is free for all, you have it all until you reach what
They call - the voting age


(7/21/07)