Down the hill, down the hill
there I stood in those days
pouring down my ironical thought
And here I am today
giving you the opposite of what you deserve

ii
Down the hill down the hill
down the hill I can still recall
there I once stood boastfully
demanding your electoral vim
begging, pleading and praying for your power
And alas! I have it today
Thanks and thanks to you a lot
Now have the back of me

!!!
Down the hill, down the hill
down the hill at the Hill's feet
though like yesterday
When I begged for your inked thumbs
And I still remember it all
You gave it out uncaring
Now I have it all
Thanks and that's all

iv
Down the hill, down the hill
Gone are those days at the feet of the hill
when I conferred you into this hopeful end
with my sugarcoated cozen tongue
What a fool I was!
When I blasted my papers
unknown to you my tortoise trick
thanks I have it all

v.
Down the hill, down the hill
I once stood calling so loudly
"come the rich come the poor
come the young come the old"
Gathered you all with deceitful words
Now on top of the world where you inked me
after all my papers spoke for me
thanks and that's all


............ ONE OF MY OLD SCHOOL POEMS. EXACTLY EIGHT YEARS TODAY. I JUST POST IT UNEDITED TO MEASURE MY GRAMMATICALITY THEN