To sail through the sea of publicity You can't lie like a vegetable Churning out a controversy from nowhere Can be hugely profitable. You saw your baby had no future Time to run and no more amble Frustrated and very desperate You took your worst gamble. Forget about leading from front You have never mingled with anyone But with your burning desire for success All your mousiness and doubts have gone. The question is will the gamble work? Will your baby be able to walk on? Or, will the blind army of blind faith Splash acid on your creation?