The Day the Dreams all Died

A few years back when oil flowed free
we all bowed down on bended knee
and gave thanks that “have not” was no more.
But now that the oil’s so cheap
there’s no thanksgiving; it’s time to weep
and with no savings the wolf’s back at our doors.

So last fall we turfed the old crowd out.
“A Stronger Future,” we heard the new crowd shout.
“But first let us consult.
You’ll all love the result.”

So we all sat in anticipation;
a brilliant plan our expectation;
solution to our situation;
but now we all sit in agitation
the day all hope just died…

So bye bye that future’s a lie;
sold my Chevy for the levy ‘
cause my account has gone dry.
Don’t have enough left to drown my sorrows with rye.
I’ll be in debt ‘til the day that I die.

I’m hit with even more HST
and in an province that has low literacy
we’re the first to get taxed on books.
Now insurance is subject to that tax
gas’ll go so high I my vaccy got the axe.
Guess I’ll be buying my ciggies from the crooks.

And as for your kids still in school:
bugger classes will be the rule.
And I hope you’ve got an RESP
‘cause it’s about to cost more for your degree.

And while we hoped for some light ahead,
or some compassion, what we got instead
was told to suck it up—
got handed a bitter empty cup
the day all hope just died

So bye bye that future’s a lie;
sold my Chevy for the levy ‘
cause my account has gone dry.
Don’t have enough left to drown my sorrows with rye.
I’ll be in debt ‘til the day that I die.

I just sit and listen to the news.
“Can this get worse?” the mind does muse.
But then I think of that mess called Muskrat Falls.
Barely worth it at 6 now going to 12 billion dollars.
“It’ll make light bills double,” commons sense hollers,
and if the North Spur fails we’ll all have sweet F—all.

And still they’re taking shots in the dark.
it’s started with closing Masonic Park.
Something about money savin’
too bad I don’t believe ‘en.

And perhaps the thing that hurts the most
as I consider heading for the west coast
is that for a time I did believe their boasts…
…but now the hope has died

And I’m singing…

So bye bye that future’s a lie;
sold my Chevy for the levy ‘
cause my account has gone dry.
Don’t have enough left to drown my sorrows with rye.
I’ll be in debt ‘til the day that I die.

Perhaps I’ll move the family to Brunei.

 

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About Maurice A. Barry

Coordinator: Teaching and Learning Commons, Faculty of Education, Memorial University of Newfoundland, Parent & Husband. eLearning consultant/coordinator. Program Development Specialist - eLearning (Department of Education; Retired). Writer: over 40 Math/Physics texts/webs. Developer & Manager of web content. Geek. Not into awards but loves comments.
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15 Responses to The Day the Dreams all Died

  1. Yup. Totally. Except in Sask we had book tax since 1991. 😦 cool lyrics though.

  2. jennypellett says:

    Ha! Great cynical pastiche – when are you uploading to You Tube?
    Lovely to see a post from you Maurice, it’s been a long time…worth the wait though, this was fun even though the subject matter is sadly depressing. Your state sounds familiar . It’s a global thing. Don’t rush to Brunei😀

  3. Good to see you in my Reader this afternoon. Still shoveling show! A bit more than a month ago Joanna and I had two houses … now we have none! I’m writing from an RV (complete with fiber optic connectivity). This phase of the construction project will take six months or so. The fun never ends.

    • An RV! Well, now, that’s quite a change. Hopefully the snow is about over. We did have 48 cm of it on Wednesday but that’s very much an anomaly even for here. Today I hung clothes on the line and could feel the heat from the sun on my face even though the snow in the backyard is about a foot deep. Whatever!

      So, about the new place…what state? …and I mean that in both senses of the word 😀

  4. Awesome poem – I can hear the music! 🙂

    I don’t get all the references to your local acronyms, but unfortunately I can relate though. We ‘heat pump people’ / ‘renewable energy guys’ also feel the impact of the sustained low oil price, albeit for different reasons.

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