“Uncle Sam, wants you too, to get up and VOTE!” Gun Roswell

To vote or not to vote? Well, there really is no question at all!

If the designated, United States, really is part of the world
Then why, oh why, can’t my small voice, from up North, be heard?
In this, supposedly promised land of total democracy
Lately, it seems, only been represented, by less than mediocracy
So what if,I live in, a very far away and sometimes frozen land
I know full well, that my own actions, could easily, stand
The testimony of this thing called time, and that is simply why
Each and every capable soul, occupying their space on this very planet
Should and would be able to bring in their vote to annex
And finally, get their say in any and all matters affecting
As on the very global scale of things
Nothing can be good, until the fat dude no more sings

Oh yes, I know, that some may say, this is just a stupid rant
But this time, this very year, my voice will be heard as a plant
In this form of artistic type poetry, hidden, neatly, in a blog
And now, no more than ever, we all, need to lift up this vale of a fog
Get off and up from our cushy derrières and pick up that note
Which clearly in bold letters state: you too, are able, to cast a vote!