A slum dweller's grouse

He did nothing for five years

I know he is a notorious fixer

But on the eve of this election

He gave us a cooker and a mixer

Repaired our huts, paved our lanes

Gave us tall promises on a platter

Paid us well for shouting slogans 

What they meant does not matter

This year for us has been the best

I am brother-in-law of Chief Minister

He put money in my wife's account

And said she's now his "Dear Sister"!

After last day of campaigning

I went and joined every big bash

No slogans, no rallies, no placards

Just good booze and hard cash

I love it when elections happen

The only festival we all hold dear

My only grouse is such a long gap

Why can't they do this every year?