As Canada will soon decide whether or not to sign a renewed North America Free Trade Agreement, here’s a poem. Feel free to share.
NAFTA II
Auto parts, pots, aluminum, and steel
Beef, barley, beggars, and MBAs
All, all part of the deal
Leaving me sad with financial malaise.
As negotiators negote and negoo
They work on levels beyond me, beyond you
They profess an air of fairest trade
But, but, it just ain’t true.
Sitting at tables opposite and opulent
They plot how to gain an advantage monopulent
You’d think they were trading apples or horses
As they shelter and shield secret discourses.
This is the nature of the creature NAFTA
No self-respecting leader would sign it, unless they hafta.