Yes, we called him names
And booed his righteous campaign
How dare he besiege our House of Laws
With an empty hand!
In vain we waited for Dispatch Riders
Bearing “gifts” and other booties
In vain we waited for our share
Of the Pass-the-Budget Bonanza (PBB)
But in came the President
Touting high figures and lofty dreams
How did he hope to secure our nod
With his scant regard for our pocket needs?
Some call it “bribe”
The learned say it is grand “inducement”
But we all know that portion of the budget
That must buy our supreme assent
This ram-rod ruler
Stingy like a harmattan rain
Is squeezing all the juice
From all our sleaze-adjusted joints
Yes, we called him names
And drowned his speech in childish jeers
His probity mocks our rankness
Who ever puts honour in a bank account?
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