Netas You Suck
We the people
who elected you
got fucked
We the people
to the bullets
of the Terrorists
sitting duck
Netas You Suck
because of you
our bad luck
from the frying pan
our dead and roasted bodies
in the blood splattered muck
yes a system in which
the good the bad the ugly are stuck
with body guards
z security
the terrorists blank bullets
you duck
you who move about
in armored trucks
when you get shit in the face
you pass the buck
a game of musical chairs
changing heads
while the festered body
is corrupt
to be or not to be
a mumbaikar
or just shut up
