The bag of bad tricks
He uses it when he needs
Only trying to show the fools
He is innocent
The hard-core fans
They will believe it all
They don't hear the wrong
They don't read the verdict
All they can say
“Poor soul!
He needs our help”
The fools don't see his wealth
Stashing allegedly in off shore accounts
As others will tell in straight faces
The police raided and rounded up billions
Concrete safe in the walls
Now he is a convict
A shame for his family
A black spot for the nation
Yet there is no remorse or regret
The bag of bad tricks
The game to get his way
A convict now but he thinks otherwise
But he is delusional that he is innocent
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