Of austerity

Lookie here!

We are austere

Said the mommy

We shall fly economy

Of course mama, said the lad

and took a train to Punjab

No five star luxury

empty would be the treasury

the minister was told

go to a guest house old

What drama said many

it ain’t save no money

these symbolic acts

when the mighty pay no tax

then someone asked tharoor

he said haan zaroor

I will go with the cattle

and there was a battle

A pay cut for you

no foreign junket too

oh how can you

can this be true?

Oh blimey

thinks the aam admi

how long will this last

knowing their past

the games they play

with my money!