It was few years ago when you knocked on my door with your big round puppy eyes, staring into my soul, asking me to vote for you. “I will change Toronto for the better. I will cut waste and expand Transit.” With those words you uttered, I felt like a teenage girl who just heard, what to me was, a love poem for the first time. I unwittingly poured my heart out to you and then and there I decided to vote for you.
You were like a knight on quest, set out to conquer the world. Rode into City Hall on a white horse with honor banner to make Toronto a great place to live, and I sheepishly sang your praise to all my friends.
I trusted you were going to do the right things, but you changed once you have conquered my heart. You didn’t listen anymore, you acted like you did, but your mind was somewhere else when we talked. You only cared about your political life than the pledge you made to me and to the needs of the city. You didn’t have time for me anymore, only to the friends who shared the same ideas as you. You caused unrest amongst the people and hard as I tried, singing your praise became more difficult each day. My friends would hear no more of it and left me with the thought that that I made a mistake in voting for you.
I keep thinking, you’re a changed man Mr. Rob Ford. And the words that made me a believer seem like a distant fading murmur now. You had your chance because next election, to save me from tears, I’m going to give my vote to someone special. Maybe Doug. Who knows, maybe the dealer down the street from City Hall.
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