Prints on Economic times, even Gods they endorse
The art of reincarnation faster than any racehorse
But me it’s got me all nervous????????
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Acumen, insight and all of my wits
I pour down on paper as Miss Patel, she sits
With Preetu X-MBA and a master of skits
On that high-end stage where the ground automatically lifts.
There’s No medicine man nor can u shuffle inside
K.K he walks with a swagger While Iqbal could sit like a bride
Stop all this sneaking and swallow your pride
You may not die, but it’s poison
Well, Sujith the Baptist he tortured like a thief
Tasmac’s tennis source a hero, our Commander-in-Chief
Contender with time his paper is real brief
Can dig a hole and not fall in?”
Sillue Martin ‘s got answers around the globe he did fly
Believes, “life’s too short to whimper and cry”
While Miss Sinu she walks inside
Saying two out of three is what you boys need to try
Like Rock and roll and tie and dye
Play truth and dare your head begins to lie
Kotlers geometry of innocence u die and are reborn
Bishal sure wants to inherit the throne
Surya may be quiet and alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
Scoring s just her attitude she don’t do it for thrill
Like being tied up in chains on top of a hill
For her it’s just the run of the Mill
It aint no bout or chase to go after
Branding was cool I did it with ease
Mere Thought or borrow that brain on lease
Like a king of the isles with soldiers to save
Marks are like tombstones, flattering the graves
Im a pied piper in prison with fat old slaves
FFBD and Vivian get me out of that jungle
Numbers like Rain and me that wrapped bedroll
Gotto Kill Finance so clear or climb a flagpole
Even Banks make profit sells road maps here its my soul
Finance is like old age in college
Im a melody of sorts so deep and so so plain
Gods holding me, dear lady from going insane
Marketing Finance on every lover’s lane
They freeze you and cool you and cease the pain
Of that useless and pointless knowledge
TASMAC London School of Business News 
Posted on August 28, 2011
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