With China and Russia on his side
And a nation basking in ancient pride
In transparent pants with things to hide
He sang “Bye bye American pi”, the day the music, lifeless, died.
Have I seen the dance of the damsels dressed
With their cloth beneath the navels tightly pressed?
When they watched with glowing eyes, when their hard-ons hissed
The sangha said the land was essentially blessed
And you know, how it’s strange when we live pluralities,
As we speak of histories, mysteries, patriarchies and vanities,
In this multiplicity of things, outside the dons in Humanities
Why not nations and homelands? Two-timing enmities?
Don’t you wonder? Well, I wonder, sometimes as I sleep
As to, when they lie, where some their conscience keep?
People like, the Ra’s: beep, beep, beep and beep
While a mandate walks in drugs, solitary reap.