1 Melakhim 18:21-40
That's the last straw thicket
I'm burning my Beatles records
No more Dear John Paul replacement theologies
No more televised diplomatic bubkis
No more Wham!-bam-thank-you-sir
Policies of disengagement
I'm droppin' my accent like Dresden legislation on your ass
Action speaks louder than whores
Especially when rumors swirl
Forecasting a doozy of a tundra summer
I was about to ask you to marry
Into the chosen victim's Olive Tree
But gave you a stick of Orbit gum instead
Because you flunked the Breathalyzer test
Badly
These sentimental affiliations with romanticized nationalism
These wackademic instigations of recycled oppression
These passive appeasement treaties for non-existence —
Spell disaster
Utter failure
Eurabia's mounting porn stash
You find slogans of men
Hanging from bumper stickers
Preaching global subjugation, barbarism, genocide
Kinda kinky, don't you
You son-of-a-Yafet
While you trade ententes like Swiss
Cheeze for patently racist campaigns
Skeletons conspire against you
In your own backyard barbecue
Like a chorus line of cloned Hama[n]s
Taking aim behind human shields
You reap what you sow on bombbelts
You can forget about the Babylonian monstrosity of an embassy
In Baghdad
The trash is all Euros
But it's over and done with, Hellen Mirren
You think it's gonna be easy for me to burn my Monty Python
Do you think
I'm thrilled to cut the proliferation of leprous white
Old World Americaca out of my perpetual 40 day diet
Oh, boofrigginhuey
It's Friendly Fire with fire
Ignorance in headlights:
Fundamentally boring, mainstream tabloid news
Befitting for a culture of conspiracy theorists
In cahoots with a Reichian order
Bent over backwards on compromise
After compromise —
Counterstrike!
Let the bulls with lust in their eyes
Subscribe to BBC, Al-Jazeera, CNN, or the New York Times
For an Islamofascist buffet of animated Holocaust denial
I'd rather starve to death than devour network venison
Lick it up, baby
Lick.
It.
Up.
In this mystical cycle of bloody
Libels and retaliatory boycotts
You gotta hit 'im
Where it hurts — Downtown,
Globalization Village People
Besides, when I think of institutions of higher learning
As far as psychadelic intelligentsia goes
The Beatles are the only thing that come to mind
Then Genesis
The elitist Professoriate have jumped
Out the coveted Palace window
Unto the beastly bandwagon
Whose supine resolutions are final
Solutions inked in crude currency
They trample over U2 with dirty doctrines
Without even the courtesy of knock-knock!
Knockin' on Heaven's door first
By that time
It'll be too late
You'd 've wet yourself
Exhausted by non-activism and immoral
Masturbation that risks nothing
Changes nothing
As London's bridge smolders
For Red-Letter soldiers
Shakespeare's dead horse
Kingdom nostalgia
Jeers!