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Poem….”make your own title”…

You live the reality you make.
By the paths you take
And those you forsake.
By the words you speak
And the directions of your feet.

Live your experiences fully
Be your own maestro
free of toxins and  bullies
Don’t take the judgement
Of an armchair jury

Be supportive and unconditional
For like a  good family
surely ourselves
must be acceptable
Flaunt what you have to give
Your life is yours to live
It’s your stage
and your own production
It’s not a random collection
of wind-blown sands
for it’s in  your own hands

Be the person you want to be
really see
when you look at another person
admire their beauty
for we are all complete
We are all unique
equally deserving
of respect & dignity
When no one’s looking
do exactly as you said
And if like me
you like to eat
nurture every precious seed.
This is the way
to a good night’s sleep

It’s fascinating to watch media personnel who are untrained in matters of geography, political science, or what-have-you, make half-hearted efforts to pump out “stories” ( to meet deadlines of their superiors ) on such critical topics like transportation or health care or education or governmental priorities ( example let’s blow $8.4 Billion on a dam that’s not going to ever be needed by British Columbian people…only by prospective foreign investors wanting our natural resources…and destroy massive amounts of land in the process…rather than deal with the pressing issues facing us as people ).

So back to…yes, the media. Example, they toss out rhetorical questions like “will a few bucks “upgrading” this bridge or that road solve congestion?…Yeah right. Even university students taking urban geography know expanding capacity only results in more traffic. With the population increasing in nearby (Vancouver, Richmond, Delta, surrey, New West, Burnaby …not to mention everywhere else in the Metro region) residential buildings by the thousands every week, be serious.

This is purely the stuff of band-aids, when what’s really required is a full-blown physical examination with a dietary and exercise regimen. The Metropolitan area of Vancouver is growing so quickly, partly directly because of the policies of our municipal, provincial and federal governments, that it is absolute folly to think any re-jigging of arterial routes or even snap decisions to build $4 Billlion bridges ( mostly to appease clark’s corporate backers from the fossil fuel industries) will alleviate congestion.

Even a lab rat learns very rapidly which ways to go, in order to get food for example. You’d think more people would realize by now that it’s utter nonsense when they hear politicians say the latest batch of high-rises and condos will help deal with the rental crisis or the housing affordability crisis….simply because we’ve all witnessed them saying the same darned thing constantly for the last 40 years, when of course, the problems only get worse.

Why do they get worse? Partly because these same governments make it public policy to increase population and population density. And they’re all doing it. Delta finally caved in to the developer’s pressure and sacrificed the agricultural lands of the Spetifore Lands. Richmond which once was synonymous with farming, is now almost as covered with construction cranes as Vancouver.

Every city has their snout in the trough…..at some point you have to ignore the blatant falsehoods they keep propagating, and ask why are they so hell-bent on driving these policies forward, it can’t be their ideology, because as stated above, 40 years of crazy-arse development has only exacerbated all of the resulting problems ( social, economic, environmental, etc )…so what’s left?

Could it be corruption? What either answer is there? Why else would our politicians publicly float the notions we should close down schools just because enrolment is down and sell off the schools and land they are on?

The trends are clear.  As long as voters continue to be apathetic, uninformed, distracted, oppressed, repressed, and as easily tricked and divided as they are today, as they have been for the last while, what we’re witnessing today will undoubtedly continue.   And if you get out of Metro Vancouver and visit it every other week as I do, you are struck by the changes and the growth even more.

Figuring out if this will continue and even worsen is a lot like betting on the horses.   When you look at the past performances and study any given race, you will see horses who have repeatedly shown a lack of finish, or a lack of the will to win.  Yet fans often bet on them anyway, perhaps thinking a drop in class or an equipment change like “blinkers on” will be enough to put that horse over the top and across the finish line first.  Um, no.   Just no.  If that horse has just 2 wins from 30 something races, you gotta ask yourself why you are looking for it to win today.   It’ll just find another excuse to lose.

You need to listen to the chatter, and dissect the arguments and your observations.  A little bit of critical thinking goes a long way.   If Gregor Robertson wants to go down in history as a “green Mayor” or someone truly interested in modern, green initiatives he should quit the public calls to other levels of government to reject pipelines and take action at home by putting a moratorium on new condo construction.

We should be holding an inquiry into why the city and province sacrificed the Cambie corridor from False Creek to the Fraser River, just a few short years after taxpayers agreed to spend $1 Billion burying the Skytrain line under the corridor, in order to preserve the area’s character.   The redevelopment of the neighbourhoods and destruction of heritage buildings and erasure of Vancouver’s green spaces is absolutely shameful.

For those of us able, the quickest resolution to the issues is to leave the area.  Move on to better pastures because what’s happened is the people’s will has been usurped by corporate power.   They have taken over, and placed people in political office eager to do their bidding, either consciously or unconsciously.   My grandmother’s Lower Mainland is dead.   And it’s just growing more  and more crowded and rude and polluted, and full of crime and social problems by the day.

Thankfully, there are plenty of places beyond Vancouver’s borders which are a lot like the Vancouver of the 70’s and 80’s, where people still have power, are educated and engaged, and where community thrives.

 

 

 

A routine doctor visit

5:19 PM Thursday
I looked around like a hunter protecting his kill, in case whoever lost it came back. But there was no one around. I stuffed the bag into my jacket trying to hide it, and carried on to the doctor’s office for my appointment.

The late autumn sun hung low in the purple orange sky at a blinding angle. If it was wasn’t for a puddle, I might’ve missed seeing the bag at all.

“Hi, Tim. Late again. Boy, you’re in for it this time”, greeted Jennifer, the senior assistant.

“You know how it is. Traffic was especially heavy today.”

“We know how how it is, alright”, her co-worker flashed a knowing grin before returning to her stack of files.

“Take a seat, Tim. He’s double booked, but should be able to see you before he goes home.”

I sat in my favourite spot by the coat rack, but after a couple of minutes realized how strange I must look, sitting there with a bulging jacket. It would have to come off.

After a moment, I got up and took a chair on the same side of the room as the other two people. Usually people don’t watch those sitting next to them. As carefully as I could, I slipped off my jacket & hid the bag in it.

The silence was broken by the voice of my doctor, who sounded very agitated, not like himself at all.

“Not this one, the file for Mrs. Johnson, I said. She’s got to get a blood test soon. Where’s that fax. number, I’ll send it.”

“Yes, Doctor, I’ll get on it right away. The number’s right there”, the younger assistant replied.
“Just going to the bathroom, be right back”, I told Barb, noticing she seemed more intent on her work than usual. “Say, what’s up with the Doctor today? Normally we can hear him kidding around and telling jokes while we wait. . .”

“Oh, don’t ask. He’s been like this all afternoon.” She glanced towards one of the rooms, then lowered her voice even further. “Apparently he lost something. He’s quite upset”, she confided.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Nice pictures”, I said, motioning to the wall behind her. “Where were those taken?”
“”Yes, aren’t they? He just got back from Africa two weeks ago. Took the whole family. Said he had to get away from all the repairs on his house. He could’ve torn it down and been better off.” She laughed.

“Yeah, construction costs have climbed steadily the last few years.”

“Well, he’s very meticulous, as you know. So it’ll all be sorted out soon enough. He’s very determined.”

By the time I got out of the doctor’s office and had the prescription filled, it was dark and raining. All I wanted to do was get home and count the money I’d found. I made my way back to the car as quickly as I could and tossed the paper bag onto the floor. About 20 minutes later it became obvious I was being followed. A large black SUV was still behind me ever since I could remember, despite a number of turns. Sometimes he would drop back a car length or two, but the more I drove, the more apparent it became that I would have to do something, and fast.

I buckled my seat belt and dialled 911 on my cell phone and kept driving east, past my last turn-off home. The line was busy. Just as well, I thought. What would I tell the police? That I’d found a few hundred grand, and now someone was following me? How long would it take them to intercept, and what would happen to the money? I tossed the phone onto the seat, and realized I had to lose the SUV.
7:42 PM Thursday
The heat from the hot chocolate and fireplace behind me had finally begun to warm me up. And enough time had elapsed that I could think. I stared at the phone and finally dialled my friend. She answered just as the image flashed through my mind. The terror of slamming the pedal to the floor at the red light, and closing my eyes. It seemed like a stupid thing to do now, but at the time, it came out of pure instinct. Either do this, and do it now, or this could be it.

“Hey Tim, what’s up?”

“Everything. I’m kind of in trouble, big trouble. I found this paper bag today, with a whole lot of money in it.”

“What?! How much? Where?”

“I. . . I don’t know, exactly, it’s in the hundreds of thousands. It was just sitting there in the grass, on the way to my doctor’s office.”

“Oh Lord. Are you okay? Why are you in trouble?”

“As okay as I can be, I guess. But some guy in a truck chased me, on the way home, so I lost him.”

“Why? Are you sure they were chasing you?”

“Yes they were after me. All I know is, I got the fuck out of there.”

“Yeah, right. Well Tim, I hate to say this, but I’m getting a little afraid here. It sounds like somebody knows you have the money. Do you get where I’m going with this?”

For a moment I didn’t know what to say, and there was a long silence over the phone. I turned to watch the flames, but found myself listening for any unusual sounds around the house.

“Tim?” Her voice was calm and neutral.

“Yeah?”

“Look, why don’t we take this one step at a time. Count the money first, find out how much you’ve got there.”

“Okay, but maybe this isn’t the right time for this.”

“Well, see if there’s anything else, something which might help shed some light on this.”

“Oh shit. That’s a good idea. Hadn’t even occurred to me.”

“Well, that’s not too surprising; sounds like you haven’t had any time.”

“Yeah, okay, hang on. I’m gonna check the bag right now.”

I put the phone down, and dragged the bag across the floor. For a moment, it was fascinating to hold the bundles of cash in my hands, then I turned the bag upside down. At least a dozen bundles of thousand dollar bills tumbled out, then a scrap of paper with some writing on it.

I picked it up and could tell in the dimly lit room that it was a note. I huddled as close to the fire as I could get, and read the note into the phone.

“Mr. Wong, here is the 400 thousand dollars as agreed. Please accept this as partial payment on my loan. The remainder will follow shortly..”

“Wow, does it say anything else.?”

“No, that’s it.”

“Are you sure, Tim? Nothing else? Turn it over.”

“Yeah, there is. Hang on. It says. . it’s an address. Holy shit. Guess what?”

“What, Tim? What is it?”

“Its my doctor’s address. Apparently this is his medical stationery. Holy shit, this is his money.”

“Or else this Wong guy.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Could be. What am I gonna do?”

“Breathe, just calm down. Okay?”

I knew she’d say that, but it didn’t make me feel any better.

“Tim? Hello? Are you breathing?”

“No, I’m. .. listening. Thought I heard something. What am I gonna do?”

“Tim, does your doctor make house calls?”

“What?”

“Nothing, just kidding. But I think you might need a doctor soon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“A new one, that’s all.”

“Right, let’s figure this out, what am I gonna do?”

“I think. . I think you’ve got to get out of there. Just hang up, get your shit, and go.”

“Yeah I guess so, but I don’t feel so good. I feel sick.”

I listened for her answer, but there was only silence. The line was dead.

Cheerful light

The house stares back
from across the street
Looking at me through panes
Staring at my feet
With windows of ninety year old glass
it squats on earth
made to last

Its gardens once grew food
For families of young and old
Though long since passed
They must be rued

Their long held traditions
and passed on memories
leaves us more
than a little teary
lost in the jive and shuffle
of the urban bustle
always, always there is that hurry
sorry, but forever
you can’t hold your breath
Because  the new year’s frost
is still a worry

Outside I shuffle down a path
cleaned just barely
revealing  bricks and sand
Will the  grip of winter
loosen its grasp?
then the sight of those out strolling
Picks up my pace
They aren’t morose or lonely
Can we just be surrounded
in a merry space?

Let loose these scarves and mittens
For now I am  nearly skipping
I’d like to join in
and silently listen
perchance take a walk in newborn grass
Hop over the branches
of the dead and snapped
Even have a laugh
Worry no longer!
Over remains of  half eaten
maybe a decaying leaf
or cores of apple and plum
Don’t wallow!
Don’t stay so glum
it’s just a setting sun

Just when I feel a curse
Could this day be any worse?
Along comes a need
I do have a garden
I really must  weed!
But first I must linger
at the nearest lane
Not to ponder the usual litter
of unwanted belongings
and  assorted blame
but to hear a pitter patter
just hang out and consider
A never before seen beauty
that really matters

The road is covered by an icy glaze
reflecting a simple and cheerful light
I think I hear music
bouncy and bright
behold the ice cream tones
I think I’ve got to roam
over those mountain peaks
strangely pink and orange
listen to the birds
twitter and tweet
These colours of sunset
are oh so earthy
the perfect companion
that such a long time ago
I should  have met

Time to hurry on home
Please, the quickest way
I can and must go
Something’s started a long lost fire
Enough to warm any darkened heart
An irresistible desire
The bottles and Christmas wrap
I ‘m about to toss
Aren’t really a loss
For someone will show up soon
By light of sun
or yellow crescent moon
somebody grateful
to have this chance
Blessed with one more day
to have  more season available
to frolic?  to play?
behold the sight, rows of trays
here they be
our precious seeds
the tasty breakfast lunch and dinners
They will someday bring
They’re in the window
enough of being thinner!
They’ve waited for their cue
It’s time to sing
Time for  a fork and knife
In the cheerful light of spring

Metro Vancouver is rife with chaos. My dad was right when he said last night that “land assemblies’ are accelerating , not slowing down. The Railway Club is closing forever and going to be bulldozed. Another place for live music and people to get together…gone. A big blow to the local music industry, specifically, and for entertainment generally.

Combine this with so many other things going on around Metro Vancouver, it is hard to maintain one’s cool…because it’s a sweeping transformation on several fronts.

Income inequality is worsening. And our attitudes towards the vulnerable & disadvantaged have collapsed. We are okay with walking by people sleeping on the cold hard concrete sidewalk… without even a piece of cardboard. We are okay with seniors getting little or no discounts anymore. We need to rush to the beach by 11 am in the summer, because after that, there’s no parking, and no more spots on the beach. Going out to a favoured restaurant, nightspot, or movie theatre? If you’re not stuck in a long queue, you are very lucky. It does happen, sure, but it’s not the norm.

When I’m in “town” every couple weeks, I see the changes. THAT’S HOW FAST THE CITY IS CHANGING.

The via-ducts will be torn out and filled up with towers. Crazy redevelopment all along the major streets.  Oakridge Mall awaits a total makeover with towers rivalling those of Metrotown in Burnaby.  The entire block within 57th to 59th, Cambie to Heather, will be bulldozed. BC Place is going to be surrounded by more towers, finishing off what was started after Expo 86 ended. Towers going up right beside my old  dentist in South Van.

Close to home the madness continues.  Two blocks away from home, 2 heritage houses will be replaced by 7 shoeboxes. A house 2 blocks the other way, once owned by nuns, is coming down, who knows what’s going in there. Across the street from that, another newer house is coming down. One block south of us, a 49.5 foot wide lot is going to be bulldozed and almost certainly see 3 dwellings go up, unless an adjacent lot is acquired, which might see another massive thing going in there.

One of our neighbours is selling next year, moving to other BC locations. She’s had it. Their lot is super wide, and developers continue to pester her. They can’t wait to use that lot in a land assembly for more condos etc.

Traffic? I am continualy dumbfounded at the volumes. Since I’m here every 2 weeks, I see the increase in traffic, how heavy it is virtually all day long, in places you once could count on to be light traffic.

Say anything critical of what the City is doing, and of course, since you’re dealing with a well-oiled, well-established well-funded bureaucracy beholden to the real estate industry and developers…what do you think happens? Why, they trot out any number of standard, predictable slick responses designed to brush you off, shut you up, discredit you, distract you, minimize you, and ensure they look good, and are right on top of it, and hey, only their ideas are the right ones.

But the proof is in the pudding. Just take the last 15 years. Probably double the number of housing units ( condos, townhouses, suites, etc ), and yet, enormous, exponential growth in prices. So are they honestly interested in affordability? Availability? No, obviously not. Why would they?
This is the same group of people who cajoled us to spend billions to bury the Canada Line Sky Train Line beneath Cambie St, ostensibly “to preserve the character of the area”…and scant years later approve of the wholesale slaughter of said area, replacing everything visible to the naked eye with a mixture of towers and 4 to 8 storey condo buildings.

The City has even just coined a new term, “view corridors”, …saying they’re working hard to safeguard what they call “view corridors”, you know, those thin slices of city and mountain views, those brief seconds you see the sky, in between the towers going up today, and the ones about to break ground around you.

In conclusion, well, my own conclusions are not fit for publication. For the city I once loved, is quickly being supplanted by monsters, something just as creepy and slimy and offensive as what emerged out of those pods in the film ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers”.

Inserting the conclusion of another piece I wrote, fits well here and deserves mentioning.

“….made more frustrating by the fact it seems like the city has been robbed from the people and the environment it is a part of…leaving its inhabitants disenfranchised, stressed, impoverished, hopeless, anxious, fearful, disconnected…and so even more, people seek to find any redeeming quality, any morsel to devour, any little piece they can grab onto and maybe, if they tell themselves enough times, how great it is there, how nowhere else could possibly be better…that maybe then it’ll magically somehow erase everything and it ‘ll be alright.

Pretty simple and pretty weak defence mechanism, eh? If I convince myself everywhere else is worse than the frying pan I’m in, then I will somehow deal with the heat. The thing is, you’re stuck in a frying pan, getting hotter and smaller all the time, and you have no control over it, because you aren’t the cook. You’re the olive oil.

….made more frustrating by the fact it seems like the city has been robbed from the people and the environment it is a part of…leaving its inhabitants disenfranchised, stressed, impoverished, hopeless, anxious, fearful, disconnected…and so even more, people seek to find any redeeming quality, any morsel to devour, any little piece they can grab onto and maybe, if they tell themselves enough times, how great it is there, how nowhere else could possibly be better…that maybe then it’ll magically somehow erase everything and it ‘ll be alright.

Pretty simple and pretty weak defence mechanism, eh? If I convince myself everywhere else is worse than the frying pan I’m in, then I will somehow deal with the heat. The thing is, you’re stuck in a frying pan, getting hotter and smaller all the time, and you have no control over it, because you aren’t the cook. You’re the olive oil.”

It is a powerful truth that “you are what you do, always”. In other words, one may talk & preach all manner of rhetoric and try to pass themselves off as something, they can do all the dancing they want….but in fact, it is what they do, that identifies who they really are and what they honestly believe in.

It’s so hilarious then, watching people post photos of a few trees or bushes in Vancouver & proceeding to crow about it & attempt to portray what’s shown as somehow representative of what may be found all over the city. It makes one wince, having grown up there and had the good fortune to do some travelling to places both near and far, to provide a great deal of comparison and distance in order to accurately recognize truths, & fairly reflect upon how variables are characterized.

In the final, raw analysis, we don’t mind bulldozers on every block, heritage houses being terminated every single day. We really don’t care about losing trees, bushes, vegetation, and spaces to grow food, suntan, play frisbee, listen to music, sleep, talk, have a cappuccino, roll in a pile of leaves or cultivate a rose garden. When you get right down to it, we frankly don’t give a shit about any of those things, for if we did, we’d vote differently. We’d storm City Hall. We’d march in the streets by the hundreds of thousands like we once did from the 60’s to the early 80’s.

What do we really feel? Where are our allegiances? It’s demonstrated by what we do. We support condos. We like seeing construction cranes everywhere and we love to chatter about traffic and weather and housing. Relatively trivial and juvenile subjects compared to what you hear in Victoria, or Montreal, or Haida Gwaii, or St. John’s Newfoundland, or Sayulita, Mexico. We’d rather salivate over the idea, the inviting prospect of possible cash in our Lululemon stretch pants…all the while, grind our teeth fretting about affordability and all the other annoyances of life in a big metropolis……

So, people who think any particular scene, such as cherry trees near the former Bentall Towers, is beautiful and fetching….( and of course it is ) are perhaps arguably at risk of carrying on a delusion & propagating a myth that Vancouver is “all that and a bag of chips”, that the scene depicted and commented about… is somehow typical of the city’s streetscapes ( which was the case some 30 or 40 years ago ) when clearly, it is anything but typical.

…. The reality is …it is more similar to a movie set, make believe…. than a representation of anything larger, and to find that… one needs to look beyond Vancouver, as so many people are doing.

Ironically, people don’t need to look very far, which makes it interesting to observe in a clinical sense, how readily so many people like to buy into a long since extinguished fantasy, when the real thing is but a relative spit away. ….( Not sure how this comes off, because again I grew up there and really like (d) it there when I’m not hating it……but it’s frustrating to witness what was once a truly great town and small city, metamorphose into a hideous mutation ( I need to restrain myself from launching into an assault here )…

….made more frustrating by the fact it seems like the city has been robbed from the people and the environment it is a part of…leaving its inhabitants disenfranchised, stressed, impoverished, hopeless, anxious, fearful, disconnected…and so even more, people seek to find any redeeming quality, any morsel to devour, any little piece they can grab onto and maybe, if they tell themselves enough times, how great it is there, how nowhere else could possibly be better…that maybe then it’ll magically somehow erase everything and it ‘ll be alright.

Pretty simple and pretty weak defence mechanism, eh? If I convince myself everywhere else is worse than the frying pan I’m in, then I will somehow deal with the heat. The thing is, you’re stuck in a frying pan, getting hotter and smaller all the time, and you have no control over it, because you aren’t the cook. You’re the olive oil.

On October 19 th

On October 19th

I spy
Little Stuffin Heartless
the wannabee prime minister
overcooked and oh so sinister
things keep going
From bad to worse
It’s not in his nature
To admit the truth
But thanks to him
we’re all out of work

The discourse of the country
Dictated by takers
What happened to room
for farmers, butchers & bakers
So yeah
we’ve grown tired of the lies
How could Mrs. Harper
stand by his side

His is not the correct ideology
And pretty soon
we’re gonna get that apology
It’s a rotting system
Where only a witch
Could stand to live
it doesn’t create
or know how to give

Let’s get up and get out
from under their thumb
It’s just been too long
Step back, have a look
At what society’s become
Governed by cadre of crooks
When, in order to eat
You need a cook

How could it be cool
To live in herr Harper’s rule
Have people learned their lesson?
As the line-ups get longer
We need a homelessness roster
I’m afraid to admit it
But I’m seeing flying saucers
I actually have to wonder
Isn’t the name of the game
To rob pillage and plunder
When the engine backfires
Which scares all the sheeple
Who gets all the blame?
The working people

This isn’t an alternate dimension
But thanks to Heartless
the corporations got too much
of our money to mention
It’s a spooky paradigm
If it’s wrong to reach out your hand or just ask:
“brother can you spare a dime”.

What happened to reason
Or even letting in letting in light
But hey!
The hour is up, for the Right
Tis is the season
of changing winds
It really is an occasion
A time to even sing hymns
We got so much to be thankful for
we get to heave Steve Stuffin
once it’s done
When we fire Mr. Heartless
We can quit roughing it
And get back to loving
surely it’s time
the end of their ride
isn’t there a closet
where he can hide

There’s not a moment to rest

Enough of being oppressed!

Been going on 9 years
Canada could sure use a shower
We’ve seen too much muck and mud
But it’s good for growing
Some of that old flower power

I’m not fascist, just the King
the only verse
you’re allowed to sing
is the Party’s script
Follow it closely, you have to fit
In this once respected nation
Otherwise you’ll be visited
By doctor C-51
Cuz if there’s an allegation
Of a “barbaric cultural practice”
He’ll prescribe a laxative

The faith in government
You’re supposed to trust
was allowed to fester
And got coated with rust
They kept trying for that elusive Hat Trick
They rigged the match
In goes the fix
Stuffin Heartless, with Ford & a schmuck
If they had their way
They’d get the whole sandbox
They could have gone green
For we on the left of the center
can envision the sheen
but if you don’t tow their line
it’ll be forever
you’ll exist as a renter

And yet there is reason for Hope
To stop the slide
On the slippery slope
On October 19 th
Avoid sailing
Towards the reef
For it’s Halloween
And Thanksgiving
It’s time to rejoin
the land of the living.
Together we can
build a new modern economy
it’s not astronomy
It’s time to cross the divide
To do what the heart knows
Feels so right.
So cross the moat
and storm the drawbridge
It just takes our vote
Say “buh-bye”
To Stuffin Heartless
We demand our turkey
and all our harvested local greens
We’re taking back our country
For you and me
On October 19th

I spy
Little Stuffin Harper
the wannabee prime minister overcooked and oh so sinister
things keep going
From bad to worse
It’s not in his nature
To admit the truth
But thanks to him
we’re all out of work

The discourse of the country
Dictated by takers
What happened to room
for farmers, butchers & bakers
So yeah
we’ve grown tired of the lies
How could Mrs. Harper
stand by his side

His is not the correct ideology
And pretty soon
we’re gonna get that apology
It’s a rotting system
Where only a witch
Could stand to live
it doesn’t create
or know how to give

Let’s get up and get out
from under their thumb
It’s just been too long
Step back, have a look
At what society’s become
Governed by cadre of crooks
When, in order to eat
You need a cook

How could it be cool
To live under herr Harper’s rule
Have people learned their lesson?
As the line-ups get longer
We need a homelessness roster
I’m afraid to admit it
But I’m seeing flying saucers
I actually have to wonder
Isn’t the name of the game
To rob pillage and plunder
When the engine backfires
Which scares all the sheeple
Who gets all the blame?
The working people

This isn’t an alternate dimension
But thanks to Heartless
the corporations got too much
of our money to mention
It’s a spooky paradigm
If it’s wrong to reach out your hand or just ask:
“brother can you spare a dime”.

What happened to reason
Or even letting in letting in light
But hey!
The hour is up, for the Right
Tis is the season
of changing winds
It really is an occasion
A time to even sing hymns
We got so much to be thankful for
we get to heave Steve Stuffin
once it’s done
When we fire Mr. Heartless
We can quit roughing it
And get back to loving
surely it’s time
the end of their ride
isn’t there a closet
where he can hide

Been going on 9 years
Canada could sure use a shower
We’ve seen too much muck and mud
But it’s good for growing
Some of that old flower power

I’m not fascist, just the King
the only verse
you’re allowed to sing
is the Party’s script
Follow it closely, you have to fit
In this once respected nation
Otherwise you’ll be visited
By doctor C-51
Cuz if there’s an allegation
Of a “barbaric cultural practice”
He’ll prescribe a laxative

The faith in government
You’re supposed to trust
was allowed to fester
And got coated with rust
They kept trying for that elusive Hat Trick
They rigged the match
In goes the fix
Stuffin Heartless, with Ford & a schmuck
If they had their way
They’d get the whole sandbox
They could have gone green
For we on the left of the center
can envision the sheen
but if you don’t tow their line
it’ll be forever
you’ll exist as a renter

And yet there is reason for Hope
To stop the slide
On the slippery slope
On October 19 th
Avoid sailing
Towards the reef
For it’s Halloween
And Thanksgiving
It’s time to rejoin
the land of the living.
Together we can
build a new modern economy
it’s not astronomy
It’s time to cross the divide
To do what the heart knows
Feels so right.
So cross the moat
and storm the drawbridge
It just takes our vote
Say “buh-bye”
To Stuffin Heartless
We demand our turkey
and all our harvested local greens
We’re taking back our country
For you and me

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