It is quite the dilemma

 

On the one hand

you mind your own business better than any

Within your northern tundra

your grass grows most potent

your sugar the sweetest

energizing you to carve your way across

your endless miles of ice and emptiness

on those paper thin blades

you smell good

are quiet

never the bully, hardly the meddler

and you are so damn polite

 

On the other hand

you chose us as your neighbor

(or perhaps it was forced upon you as well)

and we all know what type of parents we have

you offer a cup, they claim it all

you share a resource, they stab a spigot in you

even when you do nothing

they infest you with their righteousness

 

It is not entirely your fault

this dilemma,

your stepmother has been in bed

with our creepy Uncle Sam

since Lucifer squatted in our eastern river

(a gift from your other parents)

and tainted our water

with delusional ecclesiastical rectitude

 

Oh, Canada,

quite the dilemma

so

on behalf of my sober brothers and sisters

I apologize

You never quite made sense to us

but you never deserved our recalcitrance, eh?

 

So, Live On…

Many of us admire and need

your rational sanity

in these obtuse americas

 

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)