On your way to be stuck in traffic
No escape by the Riverside
Headed home just drove past it
Chasing dolls on White Rock tides
Drop your dream in the mail then hurry
Richmond Post for your Russian bride
Mayor’s rant of a Fleetwood foot rub
Over the protests where he presides
Point Grey down by the seaside
Joint mermaids in the sand
Granville Island just to confide
That your politics are bland
Cross the aisle just for cabinet
Leave the Sunshine Coast behind
Shuck the land to Carpetbaggers
Now that there’s no corruption to find!
(See, it’s not that we didn’t know all of this was going on
We just weren’t aware of it.
It’s the media, darling, the Fourth Estate, as it were
And corporations, global enterprise and the lobbying industry
Social media and so forth,
Honestly, you’re being very negative about all this
Your mental health is the real issue, here.)
Bonafides won’t change the outcome
When you wake in a Delta bar
DUI on a Maui bulletin
Wondering why you drove so far
No need to sweat the protests
When we make ‘em watch from the car
Anyway, who needs their freedoms
When they realize where the hell they are
Blind side, how far’s the river, we
Act surprised we can’t see it coming
Blind sided and underwhelming, please,
Oh look, we’re in Surrey!
Oh look, we’re in Surrey.
Oh no, we’re in Surrey.
About the Author
H. Robert Mac lives and works in Castlegar, BC, where he writes short stories, essays on culture, poetry and more. He is currently working on a screenplay about AI and future people and advocates for local small businesses. He can be reached via Instagram.
