A Little Poem Before the Passage of Our Budget

The Country was in a terrible state,
As the Parliament sat for the Budget Debate.
It was quite a few minutes before Finance Minister spoke,
Then he said, ‘Sex will cost you two bucks a poke,
Whether your short, skinny or thick.
A tax will be paid on the use of your prick’.

PM rose and said ‘Minister look here,
Will this tax apply to those who are queer?’
Greenie Malik looked rather glum,
‘May I be exempt, I only like bum.’
Minister replied and sounded quite airy
‘You’ll pay double you dirty old fairy’

Up rose Nisar, to tremendous applause
Grabbed Speaker and ripped off her drawers
He straddled across her and screwed her at will
Then shouted to Finance Minister, ‘Put that on the Bill’!

Javed Hashmi shouted, ‘I think I’ll resign,
I haven’t had sex for a very long time.
I dream every night of a big juicy crutch,
But two bucks a go ….  that’s too bloody much.’

The House was in uproar, the fighting went on,
Till Fazlur Rehman banged on the Bar with his dong,
‘With a tax on a poke in the front and the back
All we can do is have a good whack.’
I disagree said Asif with a leer,
And stuck his big prick into Kashmala’s ear.

The backbenchers came and the Cabinet went
PM Gilani took his out and found it was bent.
‘Look here’, he cried as it swung in the air,
‘For those who are bent a discount is fair.’
So all checked their dicks, the Khwaja Asif was last,
And in the excitement, the damn Bill was passed.

So now in the beds of Pakistan at night,
There’s many a fanny that’s closed up real tight.
They’re taxing our mobiles and taxing our smokes
And now they are taxing our pokes.

If two bucks a head is the price we must pay
It now with ourselves we find we must play
To quench our frustrations we must have a wank
And for the state of our Country – we’ve Hafeez Sheikh to thank!

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