(Inspired by a story by Ben Hubbard)
Hey, Salman, buddy, don’t forget your old pal from the days
We used to go on picnics in the khareef’s misty haze.
Just you and me and retinue of a thousand men or so
(and of course the harem that was with you on the go).
I see you got the old man’s seat; congratulations, pal!
You’re passing out the beaucoup bucks to boost the state’s morale.
I do not wish to seem like I presume too much from you,
But times are tough; I’m in the rough; some cash would see me through.
About a million dollars sure would be enough for me;
I guess I can rely upon your generosity.
Send the check down to the county jail and I won’t squawk.
I’ll pay my bail and get my shirt and pants right out of hock!