Hello Mr. Man with a big stomach,
Are you pregnant or obesity?
Breaking wooden chairs,
Is that not too much?
Are you the owner of this city?

I remember your face,
A couple of years ago,
Your eyes deep down your sockets,
But now they are popping out,
You look big everywhere,
Including your underwear.

You can’t read but you’re very rich,
You must be a wizard if not a witch,
You tell people to employ themselves,
While you offer them with empty shelves.

Are you still the son of a peasant?
The one with bodyguards and long cars?
Are you still the son of a poor man?
The one with Swiss accounts and a spokesman?