The premier says betcha, learned that schtick from Sarah Palin,
sitting in a helicopter shooting wolves, she ordered a wolf cull
in BC, gave the go-ahead for poison and shooting, likes to
emulate her American sister in the hood of the U.S. of A.
It’s about pretending to be working class, wearing a waitress cap
and a school girl smile and those in-your-face hard hats showing
the world you’re good for business, that LNG will save us,
(pay off our debts, get us outa hawk) forgetting the old adage,
‘don’t place all your eggs in one basket.’
Never mind, your mantra’s jobs, jobs, jobs,
so what if the arctic’s thawing and the forests are burning,
just keep jawin’ and chirpin’ with your cheerleader smile.
Too bad Om the Bridge ruined your chance to sport your brand
new Lululemon Yoga pants from Chip, the ones that no longer pill
(not even for chicks with fat thighs) how pretty you would’a looked,
how you could’a killed three birds with one stone, downplayed
Aboriginal Day and your ties to Big Pharm and the fired researchers
as you rocked your Downward Dog in the photo op.
Front page in The Vancouver Sun, eyes wide, face serene,
whispering Namaste with the yoga lovers.