the old master Q

The killer weevils in our midst

They hide it so well in the decades

There were some caught landed in prison

Singing the bad songs in the nights

Now there are many dressed so well

They transformed into the society

Holding power in their hands and minds

Taking what they want burrowing deep inside

These killer weevils know how to hide

They make it so easy by splashing their cash

Throwing some good crumbs of breads around

The apple polishers will sing the bad songs

The Bamboo River keeps whispering

The drumbeats echo in the days and nights

The killer weevils just laugh and walk away

“Who want to catch us right now?”

The cash flow to the cybertroopers

They hit the keys to the internet

Writing the feel good for nothing answers

Knowing full well they are writing lies

Well..the killer weevils

They dressed so well in society

With loads of cash at their disposals

They run the length of the nation

It's only Old Master Q

The tricks he may still have

To bring down the breeder

The motion he started days ago