ah bengs do write poems,

and with meaning and purpose too:

Recently, my white MP,
Kok on my door, and very kek ki..
Say 'Ive worked so hard, so vote for me',
'Or rubbish won't be cleared, in your vicinity'.

I said 'Dear MP of my GRC',
'Dun remember u, so please pardon me'.
'I only saw you on TV',
'Dozing off and jiak liao bee'.

Last GE I voted for thee,
2% up in GST.
Cut CPF and up utility,
Are still very clear in my memory.

5 years later, then you come to me,
Fresh from your slumber of ivory.
Say that only, you can help me,
Escape from a life of poverty.

Just take a drive on CTE,
Count the number, of all the gantries.
Or squeeze a ride on the MRT,
That has not been cleared for ye.

My life since the last GE,
Has been downhill though I voted P*P.
If I vote the same for your sleeping spree,
I can expect the same misery.

So this time round, I vote for somebody,
Who will kachiao you, to productivity.
Forms fill wrong, no big deal to me,
If there's someone to speak up for ah bee.

So dear MP of GRC,
If life no improve, vote u cho simi?
Chwee tien, chia suay, bun bun kee.
Hor li cho MP pian liao jiak liao bee.