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THE MONKEY AND THE OLD TIGER

There's an old tiger at the top of the tree
And a monkey in charge of the mint
There's an old tiger at the top of the tree
And a monkey in charge of the mint

Woe betide me if I'm scared of them
We already know he's not intelligent
A world class joker
From the band of merry men

You devised a way to catch a thief
You're killing innocent people in the streets
Captain at the helm of affairs
People are dying here and there

You said you won't change your stance
Your form is good for instance
The thoughts behind your acts are mighty fine
But the execution is far from design

Left to me, you should resign
It's obvious you have no clue
Seated atop your plush mountains
Drinking freely our mountain dew

The people are your first priority
Not the thieves
But you missed it from the beginning
Before you became a king

There's an old tiger at the top of the tree
And a monkey in charge of the mint
Trying to bring about justice
But it's obvious they have no clue!

©el-iyanu


PS: The tiger retired, and the monkey was found guilty of financial crimes. He should have been charged against humanity. He was a financial terrorist. A wicked dumb monkey! 

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  1. It is quite obviously obvious that they have no clue.

    If only the people were no so lax and system itself not so broken, he'd have been shot down long ago with well aimed legal and moral darts.

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