the fishing expeditions

The Chinese always the punching bag
Najib used to go at them when he was UMNO youth chief
Hisham too following his cousin’s ways
And the UMNO bigwigs clapping along
Maybe close one eye to it all……………

Now the sleeping beauty
Saying how good the Chinese are
So was Dr M after the election
Helping the economy paying taxes
When his goons hit them in UMNO assemblies
He didn’t stop his members
He allowed them to rant about the Chinese
This was Hisham turn to raise the keris
Belittling the Chinese!

Is race politics still relevant in 21st century?
Reading what have transpired I think so
Every race harbors its own cultures and virtues
Not about Malaysia but about race

It is fishing expeditions
Scouting the roving waves
Hooks, lines and rods
‘Hook for me
You get the daily ration all day’

Now we see
The money rolling out
Wooing the Chinese
In the villages and towns
Telling them how good BN is
But they don’t tell
It is tax payers’ money

The painted faces
Glowing in the darkness
Don’t fall for the tricks
It is your soul you surrender

epf a sleeping giant

EPF declared 5.8%
With its massive funds totaling something $280 billion
We should imagine the returns high
Yet it was a poor payout

It is sad really
When our fund never runs properly
It is used to help cronies
Running into troubles

RHB bought for over $1.5 billion
All pending cases against Rashid Hussein dropped
So what now about the lost money?
Write it off as bad debts………..

And about the losses in MBSB
Pumping hundred millions
Yet it didn’t show a quickly returns
I read somewhere it has recovered
Mildly in its assets employed

EPF pays rental a $1 million a month
For the last couple of years
It was reported in the Star
The building owned by the ruling elite members
Imagine this is how the money wasted
Helping the other party to grow rich
And the workers’ fund gets lowly returns

There are many faults in EPF
Yet the officials try to hide
Transparency can’t be found
How the officials use the fund’s money
At the calls of the ruling government

I can only say my displeasure
Maybe my own ignorance too
It is just a simple economic
The basket of many goods
The good returns on investments
Unless something isn’t right
Derailed the workers’ fund
So every year get peanut returns
While others double its glory

vote wisely or none at all

DAP's Batu Gajah MP forced to step out Fong Po Kuan, dubbed cili padi because of her fiery style, has dropped a bombshell that has rocked the DAP – announcing that she is not going to contest in the general election. Borrowed from The Star

DAP Fong declined to contest
In Elephant Stone she served 2 terms
Citing internal squabbles as she resigned
Letting the voters feel the waves of blues

Politics hard to play
Only thick skinned people dare to go
Stabbing and biting words
Invincible daggers throwing at you

The power every leader wants
In personal glory in party politics
The voters are the pawns
So it is better to choose leaders
Fight for the people through and through

In Taiping Gerakan woes
Kayveas says he is recontesting there
Gerakan leaders of Taiping
Got fed up disbanded the operations room
Saying Gerakan leaders fail
How to fight for the people when a seat its leaders can’t do?

This is the malice
In politics politicians hold their ways
It is hard to let go of power
The authority where people addressed you “YB”
And the perks going along with it

what do you expect?

The sleeping beauty sleeps
He can’t say when he is awaken
Figuring out what to do
The Hindraf protests
In the city streets

He never says something to ease the flow
At least says he will meet them to say he is pm for all Malaysians
Nay it is only word to him yet he finds it hard to say
Action is somewhere in his overseas home
Though he will deny it
Like Semi Sami do
“I am the one for the Indians
But get boos and jeers”

About k-cat he is evaded the issue
Until last minute he will say
K-cat will go after the rats
Now he says he doesn’t know
Until nomination day on February 24

The flip-flopping administration
He will do it again
The people better wise up
Now BN will say the glorious days
Goodies and threatening
The money isn’t belonging to them
The BN leaders telling you
It is their money straight into your eyes
And they say they don’t lie!

Let BN rest
Time a new party brings the country
Into the arena of the world
As Malaysians for Malaysia

semi sami should go now

s. samyvellu aged 72 years old

MIC president

Semi Sami
He doesn’t get the hint
Time for him to go
He has served his time

Indians have problems
He lied through his teeth
For weeks he puts up straight face
Finally he says there are

He listed out 7 reasons
Why Indians need assistance
What a liar he has become!
When he tried for months to ignore
Until Hindraf woke up the Indians
He still shouts he is the one to lead
Though he has seen his days are numbered

The prime minister should let him go
I will agree with this score
At least he recognizes the grounds beating
About Indians marching

There is no reason
Semi Sami should be returned
The young Indians have spoken
Boos and jeers yet he doesn’t get the hint
He still thinks he is needed
Amongst the Indians

Sami time for you to go
Leave the stage graciously
You are not wanted anymore
Since Hindraf punches holes into your armor
You only served yourself
Forgetting your kind
All those years ago…
Time to say goodbye

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i dont know what you say

I am not addicted to money
I am not addicted to wealth
I work for the people
I make them rich with me

I go for holidays
In the Land of Oz
I plan my agendas
I get it off nicely
I sleep through
The night until morning

I don’t have to think
I have my C4 boys running
My k-cat roams and catches mice
Along my corridors I plan

Yeah I am not addicted to money
I am not addicted to wealth
I work hard for the people
I don’t get a cent out of my corridors

I don’t know about economy
I let it rides out of my focus
When the people start crying
Saying pockets full of holes
I say I work hard for the people
I don’t know what you say

I am not addicted to money
I am not addicted to wealth
I let the C4 boys running
I let my k-cat roaming freely

Yeah I work hard for the people
I don’t know why you cry
I don’t know about economy
I have my time in the Land of Oz
I sleep through
Snoring all the way to the moon

go for the clean slate

Many current ministers will be dropped
Sami What Lu never gets the hint
He still thinks he is rock solid
When Indians booed and jeered him

Good leaders are hard to find
When they are found, they are silent
In party of the court jesters
And off they go to elsewhere
Bringing their talents and skills
For the benefits of the people over there
Sad….it is true in Malaysia

By this 12th election
The voters should vote all ministers out to pasture
Too many cooks in this sleepy administration
The soup will not taste good!
Yet the ministers say
They are the best in their jobs
I know steaming up tasteless soups

Go for the clean slate
Let all those incumbents go
Let a new group of leaders emerge
From the people to the people

Don’t vote these leaders no more
Time to change for the good of the nation
Let all the ministers go
Including the PM and his deputy
If you know what I mean

Fight clean, vote clean
Vote for new leaders
for the people and country
So vote with knowing
No more blinded with carrot cakes

dont get fooled again

MCA should direct its rhetoric
About tenancy of a president
Amongst its coalition partners
Then trying to score point
With DAP; its arch-enemy

MCA should ask its coalition partners
Don’t belittle the oppositions
Trying to hook the people
Voting them is better…..

First limit the president post
Like MCA then it can claim
Amongst its coalition partners
Now just don’t say about DAP
Or other opposition parties
When amongst its coalition partners
Nothing has changed

There is no reason BN can’t do
It is the power each wanted to rule
MCA amended its president term
The party had nearly cracked up years ago

Now don’t say the opposition can’t help the people
Given the chance by the people it will
Vote for BN vote for wealth gone
So many dusts under the magic carpet
BN doesn’t want to say hiding it all the way

MCA should check its neighbors
Before calling the opposition something else
Do the right honorable thing
Be honest and tell the truth…

Vote for BN
We vote to lose our self respect
Our country’s wealth
And our land

a far cry into the distance

courtesy from mob's crib

The sleeping beauty wakes
Looking right into the night sky
Brilliant stars colorful lights
He yawns calling his dwarfs

“Sound the gong

We need to play football
In the night
I can’t stand the heat
I don’t have to explain”

The Yes men arrive
The C4 brings his ball
Numbering 13 it says
He smiles feeling hawkish great
Nobody wants 13
‘Give it all to me’

In his gentleman’s attire
He tries to kick ball
Stretching his leg let go his flying kick
He misses the ball
He lands right on his butt
The C4 boys explode
The laughter rings in the night

He thinks the number charming him
All those years and to night
The devil comes in bright stars
One of them has to say goodbye

The sleeping beauty sees the horror
“NO! NO! NO!” he screams
The C4 boys and dwarfs hide
Peeping through the rat hole
Behind the palatial home

‘The time for you to go
There is no two way about it
You love number 13 so much
Now I give it to you
You belong to me
You have to come home’

The sleeping beauty falls asleep
On the playground in his PJ hill
He only hears the mumbling voices
A far cry into the distance…………

anwar isnt history yet

UMNO says Anwar is history
How so when its leaders keep harping on it

There must something
UMNO can’t feel confident to face Anwar
This guy can pull in the crowds
And he can deliver his public speeches well
What about UMNO leaders?

So Anwar shadows ride
Amongst the thoughts of BN leaders
They can say publicly about him
In fact in quiet moment they feel the shivers
Afraid they all loose their seats

Now the BN denies him the right to contest
It will inspire the voters to vote otherwise
It is a wrong strategy to shut out a person
Because there are ways for him to get it back

This 12 General Election will decide for many
The BN leaders and the country marching
The wrong move spells disaster
The voters shouldn’t cry when it happens
You make your choice so live with it
For the next 5 years or perhaps 4 years
Seeing what the people get their rewards

This 12 GE Anwar plays a role
No seat to contest makes any difference
He has to campaign bringing in his goods
So there will be fear of his shadow
Swarming out in the open sky

the bad ceo

Bread and butter issues
Have we ever progressed at all?

Over 50 years of BN rule
So many lies; so many heartaches
So many corruption; so many bailouts
Our tax money all go to waste

We are suppose to be the ‘King’
We haven’t got it straight since
BN rules the nation
We are just puppet on the strings

Damn we have been fooled!
So now it is payback time
Let this election be the right tonic
Change the landscape
Let something new for a change

Money matters in everything we do
We agree for the right choices
Yet we have seen the BN government did
Spending money like water flowing forever
All those failed and cronies projects

RHB no case for Rashid Hussein
PKFZ bailed out by the government
Indah Bi-water too
Even TNB rate increase to show a better profit
Yes projects then aborted agreement
Pay compensation running to millions

And the bad CEO
We are asked to pay
Billions out to his cronies
Do we need BN anymore?

Over 50 years under BN
It is again bread and butter
Rising costs pockets full of holes
A sad day if people don’t change

enough liars and cheats

I can’t eat my durians
For the last 2 years
The favorite ones all disappear
I can’t find on the roadside stalls
Even my favorite guy under the tree
He wasn’t there

But I can see
Stalls and stalls of no good durians
Along the Kuala Dipang Road
Even these stalls shrink
Bad omen for the ruling government

Mangosteen bloom along with durians
Rambutans too joining the race
Has nature got it wrong?
The BN government irked the Mighty Lord?

Even Bernas talked about fragrance rice
What it is even can’t beat the Thai?
There is no aroma; it is plain ordinary
How can the consumers pay for substandard product?

The willows blowing
The changes in the wind
The signs are there hanging it
It is now in the hands of the people
Be brave say “No to BN!”

Let history be written
The year 2008 a bumper harvest
By the people for the people
Let bury BN
Let them fade away in our eyes
We have enough of their lies

sink the titanic

borrowed from The Star

Sink the Titanic
Let the big hole swallow it
For over 50 years BN talking big
Let us change the landscape
Like the Land of Oz did

The land of division
Penetrated by BN leaders
Even in villages
It happens

Think of NEP
Focusing on a race
Forgetting about Malaysians
The land called Malaysia

BN leaders say policies are fair
Study the rules and the laws
Be it known it isn’t
It is always for a race

Look at the running dogs
Puffing hard for the dog bones
Purely skeletons no meat at all
They think it is a good deal

Sink the Titanic
Into the big hole let it be
It is enough of lies and deceptions
Time the voters bury it

The land of our birth
Don’t let BN leaders pawn it
Into the corridors
It won’t be returned

the rat will attack

The big family congregate
In the PJ hill they troop in
Eyes full of hope
Ears full of collection
Hearts full of desires
Of the meaty streets ahead

The head wearing his crown
Telling lies and deception
The big family smile
Nodding heads agreeing what he said

You are my collectors
Not of souls but of gold
Wealth creation I made lately
The corridors full of it

The head turns slowly
Eyes of faking fire
Mouth spinning tales
The amazing stories

‘You must fight for me
I give you the doors of wealth
Now take the hoes go out dig for it’
He smiles knowingly
Thinking about his Land of Oz
The cozy hideout he makes

The court jesters clapping hands
Hand mobiles instant calls
In a moment the machines roll
The battle begins

He acknowledges the moment
Knowing he must win
Then the cost of goods going high
Bleed the people
He wants his share

He makes the wrong move
The Chinese will call it ‘damn’
On Chinese New Year he did
Showing no respect to cultural heritage

The rat will attack
In the sewers right up to his palatial home
There he will see
His tattered cloths blowing by the wind

p/s picture courtesy Mob's crib

it is time we tried something new

The gong has sounded
The battle of the people votes begin

Across the country
Every preparation will be made
The sleeping beauty still dreams
On his 2/3 majority

The leaders of BN
We will know in a week
Who are the people?
To lead the nation

Now the votes in our hands
Make the move
Don’t let sentiments rule
The land we live and stay
Don’t let it be gone
Captured by foreign investors
Run by the moron government

Don’t let BN sweep it all
This time let it be known
We want change for the better
Just pick your choice
PKR, DAP AND PAS
Let this coalition makes waves
It is the time we tried something new
In the land of our dreams and hopes

kick out the liar

PM dissolved Parliament today 13/2/08

The liar
Today he dissolved Parliament
The Supreme Ruler never exercises his role
A sad day in the institution of the king

Now the battle will begin
The voters should vote out the corrupted ministers
The court jesters and liars in sheep clothing
Don’t allow them to walk in power again

Now the time to decide
Turn the table light up the night
I am going for the change
The BN won’t get my vote this time

The deception, the cheats and liars
The corrupted officials the bad administration
Telling lies to save their skins
Into the ballot boxes
Let the votes make the difference

I smell the sleeping beauty
Falling on the traps of the feng shui master
Flip flopping decision bad for the country
It is the people to let him sleep
In the Land of Oz for good

The liar
Don’t allow him to administer the country
We will loose our land and our image
We want our respect back on firm ground
The voters vote wisely!

the spins have begun

The spins have gone
The main newspapers report
About the bull nutmeg
Swallowing up the good fortunes

Suddenly you hear
About allocations for this and that
Why you want to ask?
It is corruption bending over as projects

You smell the goods
Fishing for votes
The bull nutmeg leaders claim
‘For us we give you all
Vote for others
You have nothing’

How the bull leaders spin
As if it is their money to give
Hiding facts showing up tricks
The people should be aware
Don’t fall for their traps

The Supreme Ruler must play his role
Choose your own people to run the nation
When you decide to dissolve Parliament
Don’t reappoint the bull nutmeg leaders
You have to let them go
So they don’t have to milk the country
Boosting their values disadvantages to the people

The spins have begun
Only the good images
Nothing about the bad
Time the people realize
Don’t get fooled one more time!

go home jack 2

‘Honey……not today!
I got a headache
I didn’t know why
Wait until Chap Goh Mei
I want to net some mandarin oranges’

The bridge of satisfaction
Walking there smell the aroma
Of ladies perfume beautiful starry night
Then the sleeping beauty wakes up
“Maybe it is time
To set the date
For the marching
Of the golden light”

Now he has the cheek
Saying his performance is done
He says he has big ears
He doesn’t listen to the peoples’ cry

The corridors
Like a maze he wishes it
There he will be buried
Deeply into his reign

Go home Jack
You tell too many deceptions
Covering your tracks
Hiding your cronies
Relatives and friends

go home jack

After 50 years of BN rule
We are still back to the basic
Of Butter and Bread issues
Have we progressed at all?

Vision 2020
Vision 2057
The country will go nowhere
If the current leaders troop the nation

You may see developments
Every corridor it is said
At what price to the nation?
Lives sold to the devil

No! No! It is always No!
I hear the BN leaders cry out loud
This is the working of bankrupt politicians
Running out of steam and ideas

You think BN has brought progress?
In the young nation point of view
Wealth gone to the sleeping hollow
How many have to go before we understand?

The ticking on the souls
How many will be gone before we woke up?
By then it can be a nightmare
Freddy Kruger walks into your sleep
You won’t know the night and day

We are back to butter and bread
The BN rules division of wealth
And job opportunities and careers
One eye Jack; one legged John Silver

Go home Jack
You aren’t welcome anymore
In the country stuck with the old crony rules
It is time a new tune whispering in the air

the lovers watching the night waves

The lovers hold hands
By the beach watching the night waves
Cool breeze unspoken words
The heart beating the desires glow

The Valentine's Day brings
The lovers of new horizon
Into the dark sparkling sky
The glittering light the needs arise

The soft spoken breeze
The silky flow of the faintly wind
The susurrus of the night whisper
Be mine! Be mine! Forever be mine!

The eyes flow into the dark golden lights
Sparkling glow desire touches the souls
The lovers walk shuffling feet on the dark beach
Beautiful shadows deeply falling into its spell

The needs of floating desire
Hints of lusts eyes full of temptation
Valentine's Day playing havoc in the souls
As the lovers walk holding hands and disappear
Be mine! Be mine! Forever be mine!

corridors open

Corridors declared open
The flow of wealth ushering in
The smell of crispy money
The projects! The projects! Ah the projects!

This is the election crying
See how good BN is
Don’t you know the sweet flow of honey?
It tastes sweet juicy you remember
The smell of new mint wealth

Simon says ‘swing to the left; swing to the right’
The middle ground cracks open
The glow of heated light
The smell of melting gold………….
The cold turkey buzzards call

The era of new wealth
The dying of the treasured land
Do you think it is worth it?
Allowing BN to do
Stamp the land we live in

The concrete jungle
The polluted land
Here lies the truth
The greed of Man

Corridors declared open
The evil souls roam
Hanging out signs
“Come to my world”

now wake up and change

Child pornography
Circulation secretly
A MAS pilot was fined A$5,000/-
He got off lightly

MAS should start its internal investigation
A Domestic Inquiry should be convened
To find the root of the problem
It may involve others in its payroll

The Police too must take appropriate action
Catch the man interrogate how he got it
Find out who are involved……..
It is scary young children disappearing

Will the half past 6 government do anything?
Closing one eye let there be no publication?
It is an ashamed on MAS
And the BN government
A black dot in the annals of this sleepy administration

Time to change
The rot has set in
The handouts have begun
The corrupted officials dig in

O people of the nation!
Wake up before it is too late
The country may not be ours
When changes don’t come

The sleeping government
Wasting funds like water
Diseases spread in the heads
The output hardly productive

Now wake up and change
We can’t afford to see children disappear
Into the DVD of child pornography

the painted facades color the eyes

The painted facades color the eyes
The political leaders spin the beans
The colorful droplets dropping dead on the floor
The wholesome eyes watched as it goes away

The BN leaders talked so big about the small beans
Letting the public know how good they had been
Bringing projects to benefit the communities
Alas the taxpayers have no say!

The money collected in taxes
These are the ways it should spend
The people in the villages don’t know
Only 10% goes to them
The 90% goes to wastage or failed projects
Bailing out enterprises
Costing billions the BN leaders never tell

Look at Penang
Many projects stalled on the island
Nobody wants to take responsibility
The BN leaders just pretend

On the island the people complains
No parking areas in front of business premises
Simply drawing lines without reasoning
What the BN leaders say?
They will study
And this is the end of it

Look at the roadside stalls
Built by the local councils
Lying there feeling empty
Yet hawkers do businesses
They don’t bother to rent it

Now the BN leaders talk about bio-technology
Do they know the consequences on the ground?
They want money; they don’t listen to defects
It isn’t their baby; it is somebody else

The painted facades arise
The BN leaders want credit
But they don’t tell you
The billions went somewhere else!

how many lies do we need to hear?

How many lies do we need to hear?
How many hiccups before we realize it?
How many years do BN need to rule?
When plans never move……
And the leaders ask give us more time
To see it through our plans

BN knows there is 5 years to rule
Until the next election comes along
Plans and promises must be launched
When BN takes the crown…….

When the achievement done
The BN leaders sleep on it
Dreaming about wealth
How to get it……….

So how many lies do we need to hear?
Crying crocodile tears wanting more in their hands
Ever so very confident BN leaders think
They can rule for the next 5 years

People of the country
Don’t you ever see the backyard of BN?
If you want to see it
Change the government
Let the new party opens up the boxes
See what you will find
The dust and dirt wrapped up nicely in strings of gold
It glows mind you
When your eyes see it forms

Now listen don’t hear no lies no more
Make the change; do it quick
Before the sun goes down
This is your best chance
To save the country’s image and wealth

the k-cat roams

The k-cat roams
In the city back to the village
Trying to find his best hideout
He knows he doesn’t have one

He meows in neighbors
Running hard over fences
He purrs when he finds his loot
He is contented
Until his eyes roam

Neighborly dogs barking
They smell a rat coming in
K-cat quickly jumps over
Furs shoot high fright in his eyes

Now he meows
In the neighborhood of friends
‘Let me rest; a place to hide
In an August House I want to apply’

malaysians emigrate

Malaysians emigrate
Like those 1001 Arabian Nights stories
It never ends…….
The next generation will follow the steps

Malaysians emigrate
All because about money and opportunities
The quick buck and the fair playing field
They think they can make it big

Malaysians emigrate
Painting glory of the other sides
Cari makan senang
They don’t want to fight
In the country of their birth

They say they can’t win
Why waste time dreaming about it?
So Malaysians emigrate
Telling Arabian Night stories

Malaysians emigrate
All because about money and opportunities
And those 1001 Arabian Night stories

the rat the king

The Earth Rat
Breathes in the warm air
At last it is my reign
I am the king!

The tiny holes
The rats poke its heads
Whiskers high smelling the good cheese
‘We are the kings
Lots of cheese’

The cats bow
‘Your graces o mighty kings
We are your servants
Spare us your humility’

‘Are you kidding us?
We should have you imprisoned
O mighty cats of the realm!
This is our rules
You shall not eat us alive!’

‘Now we have the golden rod
It is here that made the difference
Between you and us o mighty cats!
Now get out before we changed our minds
Go and play with the dogs
This is our rule; this is our night’

The rats quickly run
Into their small castles they shiver
‘Is that true?
We are kings of the year!’

p/s picture courtesy of yahoo.com

the bn leaders aren't telling you why

Licence to farm In a historic ceremony at the Coldstream New Village near Bidor on Saturday, the land lease offer was given to 931 farmers, who have been working on 2,903ha of land in the Perak state. Borrowed from The Star

The goods landed
The BN goes out to woo
The village maidens and their broods
Come on vote for us

The village men smile
After many decades
Finally they get titles on the land
A lease of 30 years
Farming on it

How could it happen?
When decades they couldn’t get lease
Now BN knows
The shifting of voters’ boom
The leaders are desperate
Dishing out goods to save face

It is not this BN could do
Any party which controls the nation
Can dish out goods this way
Ah just don’t get fooled by BN
The leaders of BN aren’t telling you why
They want your votes nothing else
It is in the belly of the country
The BN wants to cuddle forever……..

People don’t get fooled
By the goods in your hands
You think you have a good deal
It is just nothing to the BN leaders
The leaders of BN aren’t telling you why

dont play tricks

courtesy from mob's crib

Don’t play tricks
It is time you go
Spinning tales of grandeur
Hiding the truth

Honesty must prevail
In family in relatives
They shouldn’t be spared
Declare their assets
And say how they get it there

Want to be honestly clean
It has to be done in the open
Nothing to hide; nothing to ride
Just let it sails
Any port of call

So don’t play tricks
Just tell the truth
There is something not right
When shadows dance
When light stays still

Don’t play tricks
With cheapest crack of words
Know not the meaning
Spinning tales of deception
Saying how good you had been

Don’t play tricks
The people know the truth
The rolling stones crack
The holes on the ground
Telling us the deception
In the words you played us along

dont be fooled

courtesy from mob's crib

The clusters hold
The snakes grip tightly
Heads of fire
Tail of swords

The unity in bamboos cluster
Cut and trimmed nakedly clean
Leaving only the bamboo shoots
Scattered around the earth

The flight takes off
Lift up to the blues sky
The sun rays wharf the pilots’ eyes
The open mouthed snakes
Glaring in to tear them apart

The lies, deceits, and pretending
Swimming along in the brains
The cluster of bamboos
Slowly squeezed tightly by the snakes

Unity it says
There is no truth in the brain
Only the melodies of the pied piper
Weaving through the nation

Don’t be fooled
By the sweet talk no substance
Gold of light; it is just fire
Glowing in the cold sweat

The snakes turning screws
The cracks appear on the cluster of bamboos
May Day May Day!
The crying wolf
Don’t fall for it!

i work hard for my money

‘I work hard for my money’
The sleeping beauty croons
In the year of the Rat
He will fair badly

When he wakes after a long slumber
He thinks he has people support
Sleeping on his job
Declaring so many corridors
Benefiting his own people
Only the crumbs fall to the rest

‘I work hard for my money’
He brands it his campaigns
Unity in the cluster of bamboos
It is the hidden sword that derails it all
O yeah he sings his song!
‘I work hard for my money’

Till the tail end
He hears his snoring
The encore of his sleeping
He can’t hide; he has no eyes to see
He knows he sleeps through his job
Now he sings
‘I work hard for my money’
Weakly putting up a strong face
People know
He can’t fool them again

o gmc mosquitoes

O GMC mosquitoes!
Releasing it in the wild
No collection of data
Let it flow into it

The objective to wipe out dengue mosquitoes
Plaguing the people in the tropical climate
The scientists jump up with joy
Shake hands smile on their faces

Do they find what happen?
When GMC mosquitoes do the job
What will the mutation be like?
Remember in the natural wild

What about Ying and Yang?
There isn’t anything for free
Playing god to ease a problem
A bigger one arrives
Will the scientists know how to handle?

I remember in America
GMC insects to protect corn fields
Now the scientists don’t know how to do
The insects have mutated differently

Now GMC mosquitoes
Let it flies freely
When the job done
What will happen in the end?

tell the truth it will be free

Political talk
It just doesn’t flow
When problems crop up
Always there is an escape cap

“I am misquoted
There is miscommunication”
Why can’t tell the truth?
Let it be known
Surely politicians must have balls

I am sure in Rapid Penang strike
It wasn’t miscommunication
It was either you take it or leave it
The company representative will say

When a company fails to read the message
The workers will hit the streets
When commuters are left stranded
Red faces on the government
And the company officials must explain

Fair treatment no short changed
Amongst the group’s operations
I had experiences leading my delegation
On the union meeting and exchanges
When it is on give and take
There will be no problem…..

Rapid Penang
The company must be fair
For the workers will know
The company profits in their hands

in the park

in the park in sydney

Tall upright shadows
Leaning closely to watch
The sun rays shadowing light
The people speak own business

On the bench they sit and admire
The natural surrounding bliss in the eyes
The cool wind from the sea
Cool weather no need to hide in shade

The breeze blowing
The sea calm and blue
The brownish leaves wave
Floating carelessly doesn’t care at all

The view of the lake
Empty calmly feel the heat
Of the cool weather
And the lazy people
Blissfully captured by the shady trees

The animation of people
Flocking to the green park
On a day of nothing to do
Feeling the independence
Enjoying the cool breeze

Tall upright shadows
Casting rays of dark ray
Only at night mesmerizing eyes
Something different polishing the night

malaysians goodwill

The Malaysians goodwill
Thread to harmony
Road to peaceful coexistence
Living in joyous abundance

It is the cheats and liars
Cronyism and preference treatments
The selected group advantage over others
Biased policies; running dogs schemes

It is
The rumblings loud and clear
Only the greedy closed up ears
Never listen the hard beating
The ground going to shook up
The leaders never hear it sound

The Malaysians goodwill
Amongst the races living in thread of harmony
In the crowd some hurtful leaders
Fighting for their own kind
Trying to break the last straw
They think they are in the majority
They should care less of others

Racial politics shouldn’t be allowed
In the country of many races
Ah Malaysian hospitality!
They don’t care much about political leaders
They are a group of strange fellows
Living amongst the stars and moon
About the Sun………….they run far away
They can’t stand the rays of heat
Because they are cheats and liars
Itching fingers heart of impure light
Difference race various moods
This is what they do

The Malaysians goodwill
The races living harmoniously
Don’t let political leaders tearing it apart
It is their hidden agenda
Smiling chewing away the fabric
Telling lies and cheats
To fill their pockets full of goodies

where nini?

courtesy from http://hard-t.blogspot.com

Where Nini?
The thousands and thousands helping out
Yet there is still no sight of the poor little girl
Why so cruel the people who kidnapped her?

Where Nini?
A few days a month she disappeared
Nothing concrete has surfaced
Even $100,000 carrot no taker!

In the year of the pig she gone
In the year of rat she appears?
Where Nini?
Let goodwill let her go free

O where Nini?!
The poor little girl hasn’t found
Huddling somewhere in fright
Changes in her eyes
Kowtow to her fate
Only on goodwill she hopes to appear

the god rat

borrowed from The Star

The year the Rat
Ushering his reign
The smart aleck

The god Rat
He comes out to survey
The beginning
The election of his comrades

The taxes and cost of goods
The pockets full of holes
The god Rat delivers subtly
Winking his eyes
The cheese so disappear suddenly

The small talk
The empty promises
By leaders and government
Punching holes the god Rat says hello!

The recession comes
Eating slowly but surely
The people will grumble
Crying too the poor

So make a choice
Don’t get fooled again
US can Taiwan do
Australia too

Happy New Year
O god Rat
Let your reign be changes
In the country

For those who are celebrating
Kong Xi Fa Cai; Keong Hee What Chye
Happy happy all the year through!

the sleeping beauty awakes

He has inspiration
He awakens
Finally he sees his road
Already 11GE gone, is it?

He rubs his eyes
Blurring into the horizon
He gropes his vision
“Shit I sleep all years!”

He panics
He tries to cover his tracks
Quickly he jumps out
Summons his court jesters
Give me the reports
Here there and everywhere!

“Everything good my lord
The people feeling top of the world
You have done a darn good job
The rating rockets high
You can’t be wrong!”

“Yeah…. Why I can’t sleep some more?
I hear the drum beats in my ears
What did you guys do while I am dreaming?
Filling the coffin of rich man gold?”

The court jesters keep silence
Let the lordship thunders on and on
Knowing now is the 12 GE
He has to declare it
Ah Chap Goh Mei

Throwing oranges to the sea
Let the people know he is there
Fishing net rowing along the calm sea
Shouting and directing his antics

Yes he has inspiration
In his dream now he wants to get over it
So he can hike cost of goods
His plate needs changing
And the court jesters thump support
“This is the way my lord”

vote opposition bury PGCC

PGCC will roll
Take it from the ground
The BN will just stop for now
When BN gets back its power
Nothing will stop it

CM of Penang
He has to show he cares
The base on the island
He mustn’t lose his sail
Otherwise he can’t lead his party
Even the calm sea
He finds it rough to navigate

PGCC should be buried
Penang Island doesn’t need it
So Penangites should vote opposition
Let another party runs the state

I had stayed on Penang Island in the 90s
For 7 years I was there
Until the traffic worsens
I had to pack and left
Though I have my fond memories
Of the sweet Old Pearl of Orient

PGCC is money making projects
Only the crony harvests it all
Leaving the after taste to Penang
Let it stays buried
Get the opposition to run the state
Vote for change
Or PGCC will spoil the taste

go for changes

Go for changes
Don’t let it die in vain
This is the best time
Let the sleepy head sleeps

Go for better days
Don’t live in mirror of lies
Let the broken mirror fly
Walk out a free nation
Smell the good life

Go for the light
Living in darkness in the minds
Time to get it right
It will be difficult
When chances like this never utilize

So now go for changes
Make it worth your life
Knowing the rules
It is a battle of heart and soul
Go for the changes
The next generation salutes
The heroes and heroines of yesteryears
Make the change worth the lives
Seeing it through knock down the barriers

he thinks he rocks the nation

The sleeping beauty got his inspiration
On his visit to Kick Lan Tan
The sentiments there made him realize
He better makes his wishes come alive

The people there are anxious
He thinks the folks want a change
Doesn’t he realize they want him to go?
The court jesters flying kites
The wau with multi-colors fly

The string of soft tension
Wishing him to go to Timbuktu
He doesn’t realize the Kick Lan Tan
They believe in religion
They don’t go for political hang outs

He thinks he reads it correct
Waking up from his slumber he feels he is right
He forgets to check his castle
The raining swallows shitting in the corridors
“Don’t destroy my eco-systems
You will pay dearly for your inefficiency”

Nay the sleeping beauty walks
He thinks he has his inspiration
Smelling the glitter of the golden rays
He thinks it is time to call the election

Things he leaves undone
Slogans of last GE a sour taste in peoples’ mouths
Does he say he has failed in his duty?
No he got married
Launched his many corridors……………
He thinks he rocks the nation

the big foot marks

The big foot walks
Stamping its mark everywhere
People look asking why
This is the man
He isn’t neutral
He is the man bending over to other side

The big foot marks
Across the face
The EC shouldn’t allowed to carry on
When fairness he is not
By issuing statements supporting the ruling elite
He is now supporting the BN with a smile

Fairness in the election
He should stay neutral at all times
By saying what he did
The big foot marks its displeasure

And we hear the sleeping beauty
He wants to take action on BERSIH member
Tearing up EC portrait
What signal the pm is saying?

Threats and lies
O where will the country find solace?
The digging underground
The nation sleeps not knowing why

Here this is the big foot marks
Stamp across the face
Telling it isn’t fair
Bending over to the other side

p/s courtesy from mob's crib

the underground shifts

Sylvester Stallone in Lionsgate Films' Rambo - 2008

When the silence talks
The country needs a change
The mean machines have started its ball
Cruising ahead showing what new clothes emperor wears

Getting it there
Crowds gathered hands out for shakes
We need changes
The landscape of the nation

Costing billions corridors endorsed
Talking is cheap mind you it is true
The sleeping beauty doesn’t talk millions
It is now into billions

When silence talks
The underground shifts
The swift flow of under-current
There stands Rambo aiming for change

The corruption raises its stake
The investigation half past six
When will the big fishes get in the net?
It is closing one eye

We need Rambo to shake
Tear the middle ground wake up the sleeping heads
Maybe there will be somebody
Charging for the changes
The country needs it badly
For the good of the nation

so drive carefully

The deaths on the roads
The years of advising takes no where
The drivers still rush showing no manners
Forgetting about traffic rules
Speeding like mad dogs and cats

Summons don’t pay
Waiting for discount
Will there be one again?
It is money……

Enforcement is weak
Giving excuses lack of manpower
No follow up on summonses
The drivers are free on the highway

The black hoods cruise
Without a care to the world
Pumping hard executing lives
You don’t listen; you don’t learn
Now pay with your lives
On the streets of no return

Drive carefully
The world is not made for rush people
Crazy to jump queue
As if you can get it there quickly

Learn the work of the tortoise
Forget about the rabbit
You want to be a winner
And enjoy the fruits of your labor

So drive carefully
Every time while you are on the road
The only difference maybe 10 minutes
But why waste life to rush?

vote for change

Vote for change
This is the best chance
Don’t squander it away
You may not get that good soon

The gods of wealth
They are desperate in tow
Giving statements to prop up
The covering carpet tears apart

The smoke of their lies
Hiding it out in all the corridors
Saying how good the people will get
Mega projects wasting environment
Do the gods of wealth care?

The drum beats in the night
The silence wakes them up alright
Desperate now to get through
They come with goodies in their bags

Vote for change
You have the right to make it happen
For you and your generations
Don’t waste it
You may not get it that soon

the black bees get your honey!

Sami in retard mode
He wants his 7 angels
Flying him to his throne
At one point he claims nothing wrong

The streets full of black bees
Buzzing loud in his retard ears
Shouting hard to get heard
Sami retard got lost for words

He is old yet he doesn’t want to admit
He still roars as if anybody cares
Now he waves his 7 angels
Flying him to his throne

The black bees
O Get up and fight it back
Don’t wait for Sami to tell you
He has grown old; he has lost his focus
Tell him to retire
Else let him loose badly
When he gambles on his seat

The black bees
The lost time and wealth
Go get your honey
Before it is milking dry
By Sami and his trap dogs
Howling in the dark sky

put the mirrors

Put the mirrors
Every corner you walk
Know what you see
You can’t get it all

It’s just reflection
Big and small
Different view different angle
You think life is easy
You haven’t touched the real issues

Different strokes for different aims
Learn the difference; learn its ways
Don’t aim too high
Know what you can do
Know what you can achieve

It is better to work in small numbers
Get the flow then aim for higher goals
Life is made of different road
Know which road you want to go

Learn history too
It is where you learn other pitfalls
Study the right approaches
You save it for future references

Just that life is a journey
Involving different marks
Stroke the attainable goals
Don’t go silly aiming like fool

beware the gods of wealth

Now the goods flow
Money comes to town and villages
Unfinished projects will get it done
Suddenly you find many efficient freeways

The people gathered
Listening to the gods of wealth
Knowing their deeds almost over
They come with enticing carrots

The gods of wealth
They don’t give reports
They come with bags of goodies
Smile happily share our wealth

The people crowd around
The cities, the towns and the villages
Pockets suddenly singing many tunes
The gods of wealth have suddenly appeared

The gods of wealth
Even the sleeping beauty runs along
Dishing out goodies in monetary values
In history this is the downfall
Allah will punish severely
For doing it the wrong way

Ah the gods of wealth
They want their status
They want to plunder the nation
People look at your own
$200 you sell your soul

The gods of wealth
Whispering campaigns
Fooling the people again

Don’t believe what they say
They want your souls
To dig up wealth underground
Leaving you helpless
Torturing your empty lives

The gods of wealth
They play to your wretched souls
Leaving you helpless and chained in tow
Never cast another eye till the next GE

Beware! Beware! Beware!
The different strokes of gods of wealth
Making you pay for the next 5 years
When you signed off your rights

just admit you have failed

FIGHT ON OUR HANDS 'There have been many grouses on all sorts of issues from the public, ranging from the escalating prices of oil to the prices of goods ... We have to convince voters why we are worthy and Barisan Nasional has the track record' -- Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi answers all the questions in an exclusive interview with the Sunday Star.

O king of excuses!
You woke up yawned it away
Got your fingers together
Painted statements hard to believe

Are you in the loop?
You are sleeping through your administration
You don’t know what’s happening
Only say to please your self worth

I never hear you say
You have failed in your delivery systems
The slogans you screwed up
Now 4 years later you spoke the same thing

You should say
“I have failed”
Don’t give excuses o king!
You become a sad piece of history

A true leader should admit mistakes
A leader doesn’t offer excuses
What he plans to do and fail
He should be a gentleman admit it

You have so many cabinet ministers
Deputy ministers and parliamentary secretaries
And established so many committees and sub committees
Yet obstacles in administration jumped many times
On reports came out in your time

Admit you have failed in your mandate
Quit it quietly and disappear
Let others have the chance to rule
The country with clear cut vision

inquiry going in circles

Every name called
A courtesy to fool the people
Coming in with smile and bodyguards
Leaving the chair
Warm and nothing else

He looked like me
He sounded like me
But I am not so sure

He wanted to tag along
So what could I do?
We met we shared expenses
Going out to the same journey

I don’t know
I can’t recall
I asked around
I made my own decision
This is my call

I disliked him
I didn’t hate him
He had no leadership
He kept lying to me

I love my woman
I don’t love men
I have to revaluate my friendship
He was talking rubbish

And the best part
Correct, correct and correct
This a merry goes round

Interested parties want to testify
They won’t get a chance to sit on the chair
This is selective inquiry of people
A show for the gallery
It reminded me of Paul Augustine
It is irrelevant!

You want the truth
Find the truth in the inquiry
Let people who have something to say
Let them take the chair
Easy why make it so difficult?

slim river

The Slim River
A quiet town sleeping hollow
How many stop there to take a look?
I hardly go there when I pass the highway

Then the tragedy of the express bus
People stopped there when accident happened
Claimed 3 lives one a medical student
No enforcement 13 summonses

The lip services
The whole BN shit rains
The smell of stench
Every time the air blowing

Using flagrance bottles
Spraying it around till one gets sick
Listening to shit coming out from their brains
The cabinet members sipping coffer or tea
Hold their meeting; forget about it

What enforcement?
The officers fall asleep
Squat in their cool office
Taking long tea breaks

Lives on the road
It is nothing to do with them
Summonses don’t pay
They don’t even review its system

So the rot goes on
Chinese New Year tragedies will occur
And the cabinet members lead by the sleeping beauty
Blitz Penang handing out goodies
The sins of our forefathers
The tragedy of our own stupidity

p/s courtesy from mob's crib

penang blitz

Penang blitz The big guns from the Barisan Nasional arrived in Penang on Friday, giving away millions of ringgit in aid to Chinese schools, the poor and non-governmental organisations. Courtesy The Star

Penang blitz
The heavy weights crooned
Giving out goodies
The people swarmed

Led by the Prime Minister
And several of his Cabinet members
And the throng of people gathered
All about goodies nothing else

It is to win hearts and souls
The Chinese and Indians glow
Chinese schools got $3.8 million
One cabinet member helped the blind
The second Finance Minister promised
The Indians to secure government jobs
And looking to a bank $50 service charge

The people should just grab it
The goodies won’t come when it isn’t election year
Take it from the devil…………….
Kick him out when the time is near

This is nothing
The country will bleed in shadow
You never know how it is done
Cart the goods don’t throw your souls
The next generation will get nothing
Only curses from them to you

Let BN worry what you will do
Let them sweat and shiver in their souls
50 years should be enough to look at them
Now go for the new face and start a new

bury ego

DAP and PKR
The two shall not get married
In the political union
It will be a disaster

One wants to act
Like the king of the Chinese
The other wants the multi-racial
With a higher doze of Malay

Every rule and desire
They can’t get along
Squabbling on seats
It isn’t a musical chair

If they want to unseat BN
They must get their houses in tune
At least try to get on common ground
Let differences keep in the background

My take
DAP let PKR have their lost seats in last election
In this way DAP shouldn’t hang on to it
This is the opportunity to hit the winning game
This is the only chance they have

Go for seats each party has an advantage
Don’t go for pride or make a stand
Unseat BN is the common objective
Learn how to give and take

Otherwise DAP and PKR
The parties will be buried
On their own burial ground
And it will be a pity
This is their best chance!

the storm waits

The storm waits
The rising waves caress the seas
Building up its anger
Slowly cruising for its destruction

The merry making on the land
The party goers and king’s men
Lying drunkenly into oblivion
They don’t care
They want to have a good time

The leaders get their medals
Glitter seductively in their eyes
Surveying it with greedy mind
“Now I am Sir Knight!”

When the middle and poor classes move
Camping throughout the city
The knighted knights feel the shiver
They quickly run into backdoors
They can’t face the multitudes
Gathering to ask for alms…..
You see knights should help the needy
And those who need favors and more

The storm waits….
The emperor goes shopping
Holding up seeking profits
For his princess he thinks he is right

Nobody dares to tell him
He will lose badly if he goes to voting war
So they feed him a glorious tale of spying
When he decides what he feels the truth
He is going down naked in the polls

The yellow yarns of story
The emperor believes in his glory
Walking with his smile
He forgets to see the storm brewing
He thinks he has built corridors
He is utterly protected….
The storm waits
Rising temperature circulating waves
The wind sings its merry whirring melody
Like the Pied Piper
The emperor and his knights will fall asleep
Dreaming about the glory
For them it is history….

the pied piper blows his flute

What gentleman’s agreement?
On the chair of power
Nobody will say it so
It is hard to let go

Power in my hands
You think I will let go
There isn’t an ounce of truth
I say I never make the agreement

Now only the people will decide
The chair of power gives it to one who makes it good
For the nation and her people
Pick your choice carefully

The Pied Piper blows its flute
Air of melodious tunes
Hiding the truth behind his music
Don’t get fooled once again

You can hear the music
NEP must stay to uplift a race
ISA must be there to prop up NEP
OSA can’t be repealed because of a race
Universities and colleges hammered
Under the Universities and Colleges Act

O just remember the mighty Aryans
See how the leaders treated the people
Finally the race collapsed on its own doing
Lost of power lost of direction
Weakling on its policies

The country is multi-racial
Let the policies and rule of laws be fair and equitable
Don’t protect or give special treatment to a race
As history says so many times before
The mighty will fall on own decay
Like the Roman Empire; like the Turkish Empire
Like the Manchu Dynasty

Let the fairness and equitable rights
Enrich the people and their ways
Let there be fairness in rules and distribution
For a country prosper through her people