Your Uncle had an old saying: “
If you don’t vote, then you can’t complain” 
Sizing up candidates 1st election day, you thought: “
I’m 18 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 than friends, it’s because your means caught up with your ends 
Jaws are wagging: “
The 1 or the 2 ??” 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 
You 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 hard sometimes not to complain, 
But that’s the deal your 
Uncle once explained 
If not choosing was accepted as a trade, not voting would be the smartest choice you’ve made