He tries to stump me in mid-sentence
with his desperate treacherous utterance
But I can regale his multi-million connivance
with sacred composure. Who is the ringmaster and who should dance?
The joke could be on me (rue, rue) or you (cuckoo)
Didn’t you, all eternity, make the truth untrue?
Whose cap do you feather between the two?
For are you in the bath or in the loo?
It takes an eternity, but I am ever witty
Evil can never ruin my Paradise City
I see the bigger picture as well as the nitty-gritty
Don’t think I am a fool for doing my duty!
The depraved wants to be saved with trickery as knave
He has gone long haul, but does he have any balls?
Prakash, you know, on me, it has always dawned
That it is you, the conman, who should be conned!
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