Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Song for an Exhumation

Well, hello, Yasser.
Down below, Yasser.
It's so nuts of them to dig you up today.
You're lookin' dead, Yasser,
Like they said, Yasser,
You're still crowin',
You're still glowin',
You're still gamma ray'd.
I hear the hate surgin'
And your peeps urgin'
Ev'ryone to blame the Jooos for your demise.
Lies.
It's a wrap, Yasser.
Golly, they're full of crap, Yasser.
Yasser, it's clear you're dead and gone.
Yasser, your hate will carry on.
Yasser, you are their sin qua non,
You con.

2 comments:

kgibson1228@yahoo.com said...

Oh it hurts, it hurts to laugh that hard!

scaramouche said...

Thanks, Kim.