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