Your 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 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 be 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