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Wednesday, 20 February 2013 13:52

Strange bird (A poem about the Canadian senator)

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A very strange bird is the Senator...

He sits in his chamber all day.
He sleeps while he works,
Enjoying his perks,
Pretending he’s earning his pay.
I long for the life of a Senator.
It would free me from worry and strife.
If they would just hire me.
And when they retire me.
Give me a pension for life.
But I know there’s no need for a Senator,
Though he is sober in thought.
I say don’t hire him.
I say just fire him,
For it’s all a capitalist plot.
Bev Currie, Swift Current

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