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 illatease
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
