A politician with billions
with a stock of bullion
about to make a trillion
longs for a thousand .
He extracts the amount
from a small timer’s recount
as a spoil for accounts
apportioning for black.
What is he up to?
a friend in incognito
put forth questions two
unanswerable by me too.
Thinking for a while
and analysing in style
my friend brought a file
which exposed the vile.
Bribes small and big
covers like a wig
concealing the rig
from the sleuth’s dig.
Money that comes in
gets out therein
knows not wherein
it goes without a din.
Trillion he might have
thousands make a shave
making him very brave
till he reaches the grave.
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