What happens in the Middle East

It’s annoying to deny me my favourite sports

Doctors’ primum non nocere is just tok-kok

At most we will have ended up with a corpse

It’s the same with executing him with a rock

I am talking of hands to undergo amputation

To lope off criminals’ appendages for ‘crime’

Inhumane? F**k such a bloody consideration

The bleeding hearts are just society’s slime

People fear me ‘coz I love to really inflict pain

That way, I have them in the palm of my hand

Yes man, I like that saying of ‘no pain, no gain’

Though not of sports hahaha but of my stand

The backs of crying women I sure love to whip

Ogling at same time their fair juicy creamy skin

Wails rang out, my eyes stray to an ample hip

While I clean her soul from a lusty wicked ‘jinn’

If heads have to off-ed, that will be even better

Too much logical thinking is bad for the health

The headless corpse will be my badge of terror

My unchallengable power increases san stealth

Flog, whip, rip off skin, behead, chop off limb

What lovely musical play of terrorising words

Whoops, time to exercise my muscles at gym

Then drink coffee, and train my raptor birds

Wasting time chopping off a hand that's hale?

What poppycock tok-kok is this from the Med?

It's sheer nonsense, what a bloody sorry tale

To deny 'justice' because of stories that's sad

Blast, I've just sharpened my lovely chopper

To wield it & feed the public's increasing fear

I am the ultimate Judge Dread, the stopper

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