The Old Man
Sits alone pondering
Without a party
He is sacked
It will make him awake
Finding ways to hit back
He can't be kicked out
Without ceremony
Moo and his gang
They will face his wrath
It is a wrong move
It will spell disaster for Bersatu
Moo will find his way out
He can't stay with his post
The Old Man will crush him
Moo has signed his own sacking
The Old Man on his final lap
He has seen enough to understand
In crisis and chaos he is in his best element
Moo and gang will perish in the field
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