Oh! Mr. Corruption:
What a friend you are!
Forever shall we adore you
The friend of the leaders
The delight of the readers
In your abode lies pranks
Quims and quick decision
With elusive results
A festival of progress for one
Paradise of sorrow to all
Mighty men are your spouses
Viers are your admirer.
Public fund is your coat
With raiment of projects
Either commissioned or not
As backed by the topmost boss
Who defends within a period
No sector is free from your reach
Dear religious contagious
Unrare political nautical,
Refined social messiah
And moral's myriad
When'll man be free from ur gag
Or nation from your destruction
A great companion
Always spoken ill of.
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