They sing their songs
for those who drop bombs
we know very well for who
are the guns
Zionists who **** for pleasure and fun

They hold no rose for humanity
in name only
they sing for **** and death
and a babies last breath
their roses dead, their guns ablaze

The flower of love
the flower against oppression
the flower of life
amongst the Olive trees
the Hannoun blooms, even where evil lurks

The table set
candles flirting as they flicker
lovers sit for the meal
soft music entwined with anticipation
the ****** to follow
whispers and promises
as clothes fall to the floor
the beautiful ones
in the arms of paradise

Wine is also for ugly ones
I know this very well
I have a box of it myself
and a candle
to hold my memories of better times
I can be fancy too with wine and cheese
well Kraft dinner if you must know
I drink my box of wine
drunk
I fall onto the floor
wishing someone was under me

The time will arrive soon
to pick a new pope
and here is where I am confused
I had no idea an American Baseball team
chooses the next pope
the St Louis Cardinals though
will have a tough job
I wasn't aware their stadium was called the Conclave
but there you have it
if they win the world series
and pick a new pope
they will have killed two birds with one stone
so to speak

I have no heart
I have no good intentions
I am not sure I even exist
I do what I do, because if not me
who else?
even my tears have run dry
if someone is hurt, you must mend them
if someone is starving, you must feed them
if someone is mourning, you must comfort them

A little girls face lit up
overjoyed
she ran and hugged me very tight
that's when I realized, I had a tear or two more in me
then, it dawned on me, inside every  heart is a candle
the little girl somehow lit mine
or maybe it was in hiding
if only my tears could save them all

Not even Black
***** brownish grey
with wings that do not fly
only good to cover his eyes
discarded by rejection
he only comes out at night
on crinkly legs
walking by  the riverside
the trees nod for they do not care
in the park
pretty women meander at dusk
no one will see him
no one will bother
there will be someone always
to ring the bells

I do not like them
not at all
I refuse to pay, take the fall
Oh Dear Canada please build us a wall


I tried to cross the border
no success, they said I have to pay
what?
tariffs they said
oh my, oh my for me? why?
you are ugly
we have a 25% tariff on ugly Canadians
I was shocked, as that's a lot
I showed them my passport again
please reconsider?
they looked and said *** do you not have a mirror?
for you is times three, 75%

All my mirrors broke and cracked long ago
what could I say?

No Ugly America for me

Time for a feast
she looked over and exclaimed
oh my! look at that fat ugly cow
sitting here
I much prefer goats
Are vows, declarations not allowed?
I left the table sad
went outside
staring at the  butterfly
sitting on my nose