BY
If I live to be a hundred and five in twenty forty two,
Maybe we’ll have death with dignity then because I’ll be due,
But in the meantime, we have to submit to their foolish rules,
Humanity hasn’t changed much and we’re all a bunch of fools.
Where our Ottawa politicians tend to disappear,
Soft Federal positions, far away with nothing to fear,
Except that death comes a step closer almost every day,
And still they say, “No death with dignity for you. No way!”
These aristocrats on the top of the political pile,
Want to stay there as long as they can in that great lifestyle,
They don’t have to worry because they make all the selections.
Oct 26th, 2012