The Whip

Non semper erit aestas

Hard  time  is  coming  to this  nation

The baldy one has declared recession

I heard on radio his gloomy dissertation

Of great ignorance  gave the impression

He is all mix up  the poor  soul

The  free zone has  gone foul

But a company  of  mexs got the  sweets

He  gave them contract for fixing  streets

No  tourist no come

They  fraid  fi gun

They better stay home

Dis da no fun

Baldy promise a  package

Seen none of it  so far

Heard him on the  radio

Dis ya time we get the  sausage

People losing their  home

Left,  right and centre

Hard times  has  come

Lone tortillas and pepper..

Grandma  in the  states

Hard time ketch her too

So no money for us  mates

Tell me  baldy, what de we do?

Talk  about  borrow

So you could  spend

Tell me Mr. Barrow

You never stop the  trend

Lord  got  mercy

Baldy thinks  the  boy from customs

Doing  hanky  panky

Gapy will  evaluate,  ain’t that  gruesome

Putting the  rat to mind the  cheese..

Gapy  could swallow  the breeze

Baldy  got no idea,  got no sense

How slippery gapy has customs  flensed

Says the  baldy  things  got out  of hand

For  world economy he did not understand

More like  he  never had enough  brains

To prepare for  the  season of heavy rains

This  baldy man is no  good

He has messed  with our  food

Now  he comes and  say

All we can do is kneel and pray

This  ain’t no bountiful summer

It  is all the  fault of the baldy bummer

He  did not  prepare for the  days  of  rain

And has us all now down the drain