I’m leaving this country!
People tend to say this a lot,
Especially around elections.
But most of the time they’re just words.
They’d never dream of actually leaving.
Canadian immigration agents,
Do get a lot of calls,
From disgruntled Americans.
Though, most of them just want to chat.
Deep down they already know,
It wouldn’t be any better there.
Better than what, though?
It’s all relative.
So, how many people do you know,
Who are actually living,
The life of the expatriate?
There aren’t that many of us.
We have a different perspective,
On things like elections, and taxes,
And gas prices and all the things,
Most often complained about.
It’s hard not being glib,
When everything in America,
Is so convenient and cheap,
And they don’t realize it.
But then again, how could they?
They’ve got no basis for comparison.
As someone who did leave America,
I’ll let you in on a little secret.
After you leave,
It’s the little things you miss the most.
The things you take totally for granted.
That’s why when my friends in America,
Say they can’t think of a single thing,
For which to be thankful,
I remind them to be thankful,
That they can buy beer,
After six in the evening,
And at the supermarket.