Tom Cat, the agitator
In the name of Allah,
I’m a poor mullah
His Great Heinous Spirit, Our leader,
Now is in Paris to lee there
Son of the Indian Beach,
He holds pretentious speech
He’ll not practise as he may preach,
But stick to the power as a leech
He’ll blow the doom’s day bridge,
And lead us to the deepest ditch
As though a politician of Cambridge,
Gives him a daily pinch!
As a man of pious,
He ain’t free from bias
The aim sanctifies the means,
To us all pimps he pins
But, there’s not with him any foul,
As a square peg in a round hole
As a kid, he played football,
But now, he’s an ass-hole
He speaks lingo without delaying
As though a donkey’s braying
A mixture of the Persian and Arabic,
Makes head or tail a fanatic
What he says one day shall come true,
But believing him, you have to rue.
