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Trudeau is my shepherd I shall not want

He maketh me lie down on park benches

He leadeth me beside the still factories

he restoreth my doubt in the Conservatives and the NDPs

He guideth me in the paths of the unemployment

.

Yea though I walk through the alleys of soup kitchens

For his Liberal party's sake, I fear I shall be hungry

I fear evil for they are against me. Roberts has

anointed my income with taxes and my expenses

over-run my salary.

Surely poverty and hard living shall live in

a rent house forever.

 

Dear Voter,
Five thousand years ago, Moses said Pick up your shovel, mount your ass or camel and I will lead you to the promised land.

Five thousand years later, Pearson said Lay down your shovel, sit on your ass, light up your Camel, this is the promised land.

Now, if you don't watch out, Trudeau will take your shovel, sell your camel, kick your ass and give away the promised land.

Yours truly,
A Canadian  

 

I am glad that I am Canadian,
Glad that I am free,
I only wish I was a little dog...
and Trudeau was a tree.