The Whip

Potted Meat Prime Minister

The   man lick we with the taxes

In a great show of   arrogance

Not caring who he axes

Proclaiming great abundance

His family steadily waxes

They shall dine in exuberance

But he made it clear and concrete

We shall have to settle for potted meat

Luncheon Meat

Lawd  sah, people dying  like  fly out  here

From hypertension, diabetes and heart disease

Maybe your head, like Pablo’s ain’t too clear

Those are the real killers in our beloved Belize

You would think that in a climate so austere

Taxes on these ailments you would appease

So much for your palaver on healthy lifestyle

You give us luncheon meat, ‘tis  your  sublime  wile

Hot Chocolate

Buay You must be  flippin’

Hot chocolate is GST free

Your nuts must be slippin’

Baldy, that just can’t be

Belizeans don’t do that sipping

if cold Milo included I will agree

Baldy a lower tax on coke and Belikin

Certainly to our hearts is  more  akin

Violence and  impunity

Violence and crime beseech us

Impunity so widespread

Cry for justice for baldy is a fuss

Official corruption is deeply imbed

Those who should protect we distrust

Sanctity of our institutions is dead

It is time to think out of the box

A UN assemblage can stop the crocs

Racist  Minister

Violence and corruption got no colour

No matter what San Pedro Minister say

The people that want the neighbours dollar

Is the same people that society betray

Setting blame on race denounced his squalor

Compassion and benevolence we must convey,

Learn to respect and help the fallen brother

The problem remains if we continue to smother