Lucifer Sam
الموت لأمريكا
DEATH TO THOSE WHO SAY ISLAM IS NOT A RELIGION OF PEACE
In darkest Cumbria there once dwelled
a man whose head was mighty swelled
with ego and pride and drunken rage
who vent his spleen upon the page.
Pressing down hard with a ball point pen
he thought to critique me, there and then.
He said my hippocampus was shot—
but the neocortex makes rational thought.
Can't this drunkard get anything right?
Not if he toiled for all the night.
At fifty-four years he claimed to be gay,
and wrote poems on cunnilingus all the day.
"Labour!" he bellowed, "until I'm dead!"
And then to refute himself he said,
"I really don't want a political fight
I'm just here for fun, so keep things light."
But Allah is a political thing
And you, El Bazzo, shall know death's sting.
You'll regret your jollity and all your jest
When I put on my suicide vest.
In darkest Cumbria there once dwelled
a man whose head was mighty swelled
with ego and pride and drunken rage
who vent his spleen upon the page.
Pressing down hard with a ball point pen
he thought to critique me, there and then.
He said my hippocampus was shot—
but the neocortex makes rational thought.
Can't this drunkard get anything right?
Not if he toiled for all the night.
At fifty-four years he claimed to be gay,
and wrote poems on cunnilingus all the day.
"Labour!" he bellowed, "until I'm dead!"
And then to refute himself he said,
"I really don't want a political fight
I'm just here for fun, so keep things light."
But Allah is a political thing
And you, El Bazzo, shall know death's sting.
You'll regret your jollity and all your jest
When I put on my suicide vest.