Trick me, feed me, harass and betray me,
I’m your slavish hoi polloi.
Bribe me, screw me, caviar to the general
and some caning cannot hurt.
Gimme smelly fruits, smelly buns and a little witty pun
so election day can come.
Partisans, critic scum, prison will be little fun,
as the justice is my sun.
Gay parade needs no raid and the hookers won’t be any bait
if sino-catholicism is your friend.
Moderate, manipulate, intoxicate for no debate
and a paper smooth as silk.
Heriditary monarchy veiled as poor democracy
and our pockets will be filled.