I’ve never told this story
And as i was going through it
I thought that if I ever did
Now was the time to do it
In LA, there are Councils
And voters make a choice
Of unpaid representatives
To give our “hood” its voice
They run for the position
Well knowing this provisory
They really have no power
Their function is advisory
They get the crosswalks painted
Propose lanes for your bike
Weighing in on trash collection
Speed bumps and the like
And right from their inception
Up to this present hour
(I know that I repeat myself)
They don’t have any power
Now, for the last election
When I went to cast my vote
My session at the polling place
Hit quite a sour note
I went to grab my ballot
But the clerk prevented me
“Not so fast, there bucko
I’ve got to see ID”
Lovingly, he grabbed my wrist
And as I went to free it
I said, “To vote for President
You didn’t have to see it.”
“Be that as it may, my friend
I have no hoots to give
To vote in THIS election
You must prove the place you live”
“But I’m Tarzan Joe,” I said
Or course, he answered, “Who?”
To tamper down my temperature
That isn’t what you do
I won’t go any further
With this absurdist tale
Thanks to my pacific wife
I didn’t end up in jail
But there you have it listeners
For purpose and intents
Please go and ask your Lefty friends
Does this make any sense?