THE AUGUST HOUSE


The brick colossus

That stands on parliament square

A converted mental

A drug lord's haven

School of experienced cheats

The hangout joint for an ignorant literati

With backdoor qualifications

They coined it parliament

Chronic sleep inpatients

A tsetse fly sanctuary

The backbencher

A seasoned rumor-monger

Backbiting being the main agenda

The epicenter of egoistic tendencies

Making our law center

A toothless bulldog

Stuck in the status quo

Complacent with anonymity

Draining the nation's coffers

Residing in glass-plated mansions

With their hypocritical smiles

Paris-tailored customized suits

Italian alligator shoes

Not forgetting their Louis Vuitton briefs

While the man on the street

Lives from hand to mouth

They swim in wine and choose where to dine


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