Earlier, at the bar, in the evening
I hung methuselah before the lightning
I wanted to be that Islamicist
As Moses and Abraham did persist
For I was led off track of profit
Amid who tambourine the Prophet
Oh the Punisher of Shaitaan, the dreamy
Who, forgive me, promised to lead me…
Iscariot actually hanged himself
Nobody knew but himself
A fleece is only a costume
Tried by wolves who assume
The son of God or a hymn
Is not a ridicule to blaspheme
Unite, if you can solve the riddle
At a big bang laughter will you fiddle
Adam and Eve committed a sin
And I’d be crucified for it’s been?
Nobody but our unconscious selves
Knew God was unjust than ourselves?
Well, the bar is a drinking scene
Have you a Faustus monk ever seen?
Who hates spots beneath carving
Filling failed feelings in me and expectations starving
I can never be a terrorist
And Bethlehem not for tourist
Nor Talmudic state for the racist
Nor where argue a Muslim and Islamicist
You traded power with money at stake
Brother, if they ask about the handshake
Tell them, it is another erotic piece
Are you afraid, ashamed, or avarice?
