the theocrats are appealing as fragrant shit;

the theocrats are appealing as fragrant shit;
the smug and self righteous are always a big hit!

politicians who preach in the name of their god,
have fat cheeks full of foul crap within their bod.

the dull and stupid believe god is always right,
especially when the believer is told to fight.

god help us all when the religious become inspired,
we will by stinking chapter and verse be reviled.

the holy infidel is really our kindest friend-
may compassionate god send the great khan again!

the eternal blue sky is a fair and brilliant lord;
either pay allegiance, or face the nomadic sword!

may all of our ugly rhetoric go up in flame:
darvish longs for the pure breeze of the beloved’s name.




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