Dear political trickster
What is the essence of your luxury
When it comes from usury
Leading to great national injury
Yet, you are found not guilty
By the unruly people's jury
Who have no manifest fury
They do not discharge due duty
So you continue to be a bully
With your ill-gotten booty
From your fiery robbery
Your wealth is full of stealth
Yet, you go scot-free
In your regal finery
It's all about your shadowy itinerary
Though gilded, you have no glory
The glitter is gory
The Stolen gold, ill-fated
The polished diamonds, jaded
Roaming karats and ounces
With known state provenance
Yet you fake your renown
You ought to be renounced
Though you toast your hosts, with sumptuous roasts,
The source of your boast
Is secret and unproven
You are a beast in the province
Acting out the wicked prince
In need of a curative rinse
Why are you of yourself so sure
So impudent and impure
You are readily at ease
For no good reason
But you will be erased
In your ugly season
Though you nothing lack
Luxury makes you lust
You think you have luck
You don't look at the clock
But you will get blocked
In your fine cloaks
You Live in oak dwellings
With overflowing wells
Thinking all is well
With grand illicit excess
You are granted access
To dubious tresses
Supported by the wanton press
Under monetary stress
And false clergy
With fanthom prophesies
Where is your patriotic goodwill?
Going for the kill?
Why are you unable to promises fulfill?
Just your belly is full as you fill
You think even God is a fool
Suddenly, desperate and still?
Overthrown by your own silt
In the minefields of covered guilt
The people got divine lift
To the balance tilt
When you thought you had reached your hilt?
Poof went your hit list
Now, you are at zero stretch
You have No next steps
Your perks are just a wreck
With your sorry quirks
Awaiting death
Because you had no depth
Just pilfering thefts
With huge national debts
Your hollow bet
Was so lax
You paid no tax
On bribe extracts
Yet no one could ask
Your record had no tracks
You thought you could just relax
You had no useful tasks
You were just an inflated rascal
Who in luxury basked your skull
Thinking you had arrived
Without strive
1. But you will be axed!
2. .....why are you in a daze...?
3. Your luxury was a farce
4. Fare thee well poor lass
5. Alas
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