Father, must I go to work?
No, my lucky playa
We're living on Easy Street
On subsidy from Putrajaya
We've left it up to BN
So don't get exercised
Nobody has to give a damn
We've all been subsidized
But if BN treats us all so well
And feeds us milk and honey
Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
They are going to use for money
Don't worry, bub, there's not a hitch
In this here noble plan
They simply soak the filthy rich
And helps the common man
But father, won't there come a time
When they run out of cash
And we have left them not a dime
When things will go to smash?
My faith in you is shrinking, son
You nosy little brat;
You do too damn much thinking, son
To be a BN autocrat.
Not sure if Tiger is the original poet or more likely I think, he improvised from an existing poem.