I flew like a cuckoo that never had flu
I ran like a maverick with only one shoe
I dropped the candle, still had the flame, with no choice too
Though this treachery against me, split me in more than two
I am no laborer, but have tonnes of blood and sweat
The inclement weather gods got me drenched, but never wet
My self-worth I didn’t compromise, my dignity never sub–let
Though they disgraced me and shamed me, I never lost yet
He thinks he can straitjacket me, the evil treacherous you know who?
The bodygrabber who feigns to be bloodsucker, deceit, thank you!
Saint Paul Un-Prakash loves to call the shots against me, does that make me rue?
This has been an eternal story! And believe you me, it’s true!
Ask me if I want Centrelink’s peanuts? Thanks, but no thanks!
The snare wouldn’t even be my lair, for all the money in the banks
And if you think this government, and democracy is what keeps you free
I can tell you; it is only the devious design of the hateful Piscean deep sea!
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