(A Country-Blues song)
Last year I went to Town Meeting
Voted for all the right folks
Filled out the Doyle Poll
And talked to the Mayor
He laughed at all of my jokes
But this year I ain’t on that checklist
That goddamn Bank foreclosed on my home
The City Clerk said that livin’ in a box
Was not the way voting districts
Were zoned
My wife and kids left me
After the Mayor laid me off
He said he wanted to save money
For the town
He said that my job
On street maintenance
Could be done by all the work release folks
Comin’ around
And around
Around and around
Ohhhh…So I can’t go to Town Meeting
But I guess that ain’t all that bad
Cause every time I voted the previous year
The next year I wound up with less
Than I had
Ohhhhhh…yeaaaahhh…
Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, VT.
nicely Petey. Good one and so true! Thanks for the comedy relief – we need as much as we can get in our depressing dystopian world.
All of which reminds me that it’s about time to check in with Marilyn Hackett and see how they’re treating her these days.