Bibi, will it be you or me?

Bibi,

will it be you or me?

the man who spilled his own beer on a narrow street,

who couldn't keep his feet,

I called to you and what did you do?

you brought in a few toughies,

mostly the religious roughies,

who began to bluster and boast.

they helped you butter your toast!

meanwhile, a young boy who lived near the coast

faded away since he had nothing to eat;

he, also, couldn't keep his feet.

but unlike you, sir,

he wasn't a self-indulgent minister

with body guards for every sip and bite.

he simply wanted the peaceful life that wasn't in sight.

you wanted to be exonerated for any possible crime,

and didn't want to do jail time.

he only wanted to have a happy meal,

hoping to heal.

Bibi, will it be you or me?

the man who gave it all away to rule for just another day:

you gather many incredulous looks

and will certainly go down in the history books.