Voter Fatigue

I’m sick to the back teeth of voting,

I’m really fed up with that cross.

Not least because most of my choices

Have been on the side of a loss.

I don’t want the Tories in power,

I don’t want to leave the EU.

I didn’t choose chocolate digestives

And I’m baffled they ever got through.

I’m dreading the team on my doorstep,

Insisting that they are the best,

That they will keep every promise

And not lie to me like the rest.

My TV’s already a nightmare.

My nerves are beginning to fray.

As it seems that, for no valid reason,

Farage has been on every day.

I’m sick to the back teeth of voting,

It’s all unbelievably bleak.

Especially now that it seems like

It’s happening every week.

Although it’s a bit of a nuisance,

There’s no way I’m going to abstain.

No matter who ends up in power,

I vote for my right to complain.

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The ‘Didn’t Vote’ Blues

Woke up this morning

Intending to vote

But the weather was cold

And I just couldn’t find my coat.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Right after breakfast

I meant to hit the polls,

But I thought I’d better stay in

And wash the breakfast bowls.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Just around noontime

I decided to make my cross

But my teeth were really dirty

So I was busy with the floss.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


I would have voted

When I had eaten lunch

But I had to watch my favourite soap;

It was heading for a crunch.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Mid-afternoon, I thought

“I’d better get it done!”

But a quiz came on the TV

And I was having too much fun.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


Dinner time crept up on me.

You know, it’s not a crime

To be late to the polling station

And I still had loads of time.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


And then, before I knew it,

There was nothing I could do.

I’d never make it round there

Before voting time was through.

I’ve got the blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

I’ve got the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.


So, listen to my story.

It’s a sad one and it’s true.

I hope you never let the same thing

Happen to you too.

You’ll have the blues.

You’ll have the ‘didn’t vote’ blues.

You’ll have the ‘didn’t make my voice heard and now I can’t bitch’ blues.

Voter Blues

Not long to the election,
Yet I’ve still to decide
Which party I’ll be voting for.
I need to pick a side.
I could just choose the one that claims that their ways are the best?
But, sadly, that just won’t make one stand out from all the rest!
It’s hard to know just what to do
When each day on the news
The parties slag each other off.
I’ve got the voter blues.
So busy are the candidates reporting others’ sins
They have no time to sell themselves; it’s hard to care who wins.
Some parties are just racist;
Some only like high earners.
Some blatantly have no respect
For nurses, mums or learners.
I read through manifestos ‘til I see them in my sleep,
There’s no-one who’s a perfect fit, it makes me want to weep.
I fill my every waking hour,
With focussed contemplation
On where I ought to put my cross
For who will lead the nation.
I pore over the literature and go to every meeting
In hopes of finding someone who will get me paid for tweeting!