Bleeding Heart Liberals

Bleeding heart liberals will quail
Save terrorists and rapists they wail, 
For barborous crimes
Libs will chime
"Why weren't they granted bail."

Motamaal Baby

As a member of the elite flock,
You augment your assets and stock,
Silver spoons at birth
Won't add to net worth
So you're rewarded free coal blocks. 

The word "Motamaal" popularized by BJP leader Sushma Swaraj, signifies 'fat sums' or 'massive profits.' 

"Not Waving but Drowning"

 

The scammers who loot are clowning,

The dolts who cheat, we're crowning, 

When the bandits cheered, 

The serfs all jeered 

Because we're not waving, we're drowning. 

Apologies to Stevie Smith who wrote the poem "Not Waving but Drowning." Happy Independence Day!

Flushed with Funds

On board the profligacy train

Montek planned in his brilliant brain

*35 lakhs for 2 loos

Caused quite a ballyhoo

Our taxes just went down the drain. 


*1 lakh = Rs 100,000

Smelling of Roses

A. Raja was granted bail

Like a hero he stepped out of jail;

His supporters elated, 

Their joy unabated 

More scams for him to inhale?

U-turn

Cotton exports would face a ban,

Announced the government with elan,

Then the ban was revoked,

In one swift stroke,

Are U-turns a new game plan?

Red and Blue

Paint Kolkata blue, Mamata said, 

Residents' hearts were filled with dread,

They revolted and complained

She hollered with disdain

"Because the Communists painted the town red."

Bread and Circuses

In 100 AD, poet Juvenal declared

Bread and circuses had Romans ensnared,

With subsidies we're sustained,

Reality shows numb our brains,

We're engrossed in our vanity fairs.

Happy New Jeer

2011 was not a year of cheer

With inflation life was austere,

Prices continue to be high,

And consumers do cry, 

Nothing's changed; Happy New Year.

Wine, Tweet and Song

I'm in a melancholic funk, 

Sip wine, they'll call me drunk,

If I sing a song, 

They'll say I'm wrong

I think I'll become a monk. 

FDI: Frantic Didi Intervenes

FDI's been put on hold 

Indefinitely, so we're told, 

So Mamata said,

Ministers ran and fled, 

And the PM's out in the cold.

Free for All

Mamata set the rioters free

Who were on a destructive spree

"Don't you dare dictate

How I run my state

So please stop harassing me."

Beauty and the Botox

You love their pouts and their smiles,

Their looks defy age all the while, 

That actor's face, 

Of wrinkles not a trace, 

It's the Botox and the surgeon's guile.

Behenji's Sandal Park

The UP memorials are eyesores, 

Designer sandals Behenji adores, 

In a private jet a pair

Arrived for her to wear

Expect statues of sandals galore. 

His Master's Voice

Anna's corrupt from head to toe,

Said Tiwari, his face all aglow,

His facile regret

Maybe a veiled threat

To abuse on nightly news shows. 

Sheila's CAGmire

Chief Minister Sheila Dikshit

Is mired in a scammer's pit

"It's Kalmadi's fault 

That the scams did vault 

And causing my hysterical fits."

Dementia Redefined

Is dementia growing by degrees
Spread by CWG expertise?
Now Kalmadi the astute
Says his memory's kaput,
His next ailment is surely heart disease.

The Sleepwalk Shuffle

The PM shuffled the ministerial dudes, 

And inducted a few, all dull-hued, 

Critics gave a thumbs down, 

To the new set of clowns, 

Proclaiming "What a vacuous brood!" 

Rich Tea and Sympathy

Kalmadi, the Tihar detainee,
Drank tea and purred with glee:
"Tihar Jail's the new Ritz,
For snacks and biscuits,"
While he sunbathed for Vitamin D.

Bubblegumgate

It was Bubblegumgate last week, 

Pranab's office was bugged so he shrieked, 

Why is he surprised, 

When he should surmise 

Like a sieve all ministries leak.