Present I'm in various incarnations,
from Das Capital to railway station,
singing and begging, in bus stop roaming bare,
in budget and blank political addresses, everywhere.
Give me something sir, madam scream i to all and one,
Tapping a silver dish, sitting before His mansions.
Under the sky, sipping carbon di, look at the starry firmament,
Secured by snakes and scorpions, I dream about them.
Behind the stage, standing I look at plays and people sitting in front,
Love stinking, putrid garbage, in front of your mansions.
In the mud of eateries, your used utensils i sparkle,
Proletariat I'm, dear to some and in every revolution.
Riding high, you'll not know who I'm
Still I run after the smoke, off the silencer gun.
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