Why walk into a jail while there is a signboard directing you to paradise? Why die while you have too much life in you? Why cry while you can share a joke and laugh?
Greased Palms
The way to get your way, Call it greased palms, The systems are flexed away, By those in the realms.
I call it corruption, The best definition, Of evils beyond recognition, In the elite division.
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