MAS the beast
It swallows billions
Our tax money gone
For a company it says of national pride
The years of dying breath
The tax payers public funding
It gives a line of credit
Yet it never soars high to the sky
Where did the billions gone?
The little rats took all the cheese
Nobody wanted to say
The culture of joining the game
There are so many little rats
Biting it off quietly and slowly
Nobody pays much attention
The little cuts here and there
It bleeds MAS
The many wounds it suffers
Through the years of its hospitality
It's only the billions gone
Now the beast
The new make up kid
The magic in his hands
Let the beast change to gold
Else it's the make believe
Let it shines for a while
If it can't make it
Let it die with dignity
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