Mugabe is my shepherd I shall not work. He maketh me to lie down on the park benches. He leadeth me besides the still factories or dry land. He restoreth my faith in the MDC. He guideth me in the path of unemployment. Though I walk through the valley of the soup kitchen, I shall still be hungry. For I feel they are evil against me. They have annointed my income with tax. My expenses runneth over my salary. Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me. All the days of floods, government levies and referendums.