With malice to none and all

Of Presidents and an uncommon man

Once upon a time;

There lived in a colony; called 'Deaf Call'

Presidents and,

one uncommon man.

And the Presidents had with them;

glitzy cars and chauffeurs and guards,

an entourage of underlings; which they variously called;

Absolut nothing Committee (AC) and;

Exempt everything Committee (EC)

The uncommon man went to them Presidents;

Sire; the parking man wants Rs 20 for parking;

Will you My Lord, spare me from this tax?

And the Presidents and their men;

in unison exclaimed;

We shall impose the tax, not they;

'But sire they do not let us Park'

Woe be gone;

the entreaties of the uncommon man,

fell on the ears of Presidents as a 'Deaf Call' 

And the Presidents and their kinsmen

in all their glory,

sat back and drank their scotch whisky

the common man implored;

My lords, Rs 1500 is required to maintain 'Deaf Call'

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Only once in the year,

The Presidents retorted,

be gone wastrel,

can you not see; we are busy;

with our scotch and soda,

We are the Lords, the Barons, the Presidents,

we do not pay to maintain our kingdom, 'Deaf Call'

It you O serf; 

who pays the taxes in ‘Deaf Call’,

Be gone

And as the uncommon man trudges home, despondent,

meets on the way; the Commissioner

in benign hope and supplication, the uncommon man implores;

Sire;

you are our last hope;

free us from the parking tax;

Ha; Serf, you want the yoke off your neck?

Then sign away your lands to me;

where I shall construct shops and plazas and parking;

and you can park free;

but your lands of 'Deaf Call' forever and forever shall be mine;

The Presidents drank their fine scotches

in sublime indifference,

the uncommon man headed home

Woe be gone.

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