Don’t Vote

You're uncle had an old saying: "If you don't vote then you can't complain" Sizing up candidates first election day You thought "I'm a teen and have no opinion either way" You had a lot of friends but no peers Could you imagine this could drag on four more years If one day you had more peers then friends It's because your means had caught up with you ends Jaws are wagging "the one or the two" Eager to put John Hancock on the who's who Voting seemed almost like a disease An absolute a day if you're feeling ill at ease Thought about becoming a cop Any job with a helmet in case of a drop You did what anyone else would do in your place You toyed with the idea of entering the race Instead of living in your own filth You had the nerve to think crop could spring from your tilth You were called "Diva" by a protective young man They still call you every name they can It must be hard sometimes not to complain But that's the deal your Uncle once explained Not choosing was accepted as a trade Not voting would be the smartest choice you made Don't vote