Don’t you know who I am?” In a tone forced and feared.
You’re the lead-footed driver with a grey suit and beard.
I’m the big shot in O’Town, I’m a really big deal.
I’m certain you are sir, now take your hands off the wheel.
I’m the NDP Leader, I can show you the proof.
Step out of the car, sir, put your hands on the roof.
I’ll talk to your boss, you will sure change your tune.
Well…it didn’t seem to work for Reese Witherspoon.
I’m going to be late for Anger Management class.
Well, you should have pulled over and not been such a…bad driver.
Lady, you’re in big trouble, your job’s on the line.
You enjoy question period, I’ll be just fine.
The moral of this story is, by chance of by plan, never start a conversation with…
Don’t you know who I am?
You’re the lead-footed driver with a grey suit and beard.
I’m the big shot in O’Town, I’m a really big deal.
I’m certain you are sir, now take your hands off the wheel.
I’m the NDP Leader, I can show you the proof.
Step out of the car, sir, put your hands on the roof.
I’ll talk to your boss, you will sure change your tune.
Well…it didn’t seem to work for Reese Witherspoon.
I’m going to be late for Anger Management class.
Well, you should have pulled over and not been such a…bad driver.
Lady, you’re in big trouble, your job’s on the line.
You enjoy question period, I’ll be just fine.
The moral of this story is, by chance of by plan, never start a conversation with…
Don’t you know who I am?
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| — | Poem on Tom Mulcair’s ‘driving incident.’ Performed in the House of Commons by Rodger Cuzner, Liberal Member of Parliment, part-time poet |
