A poem written before this Cartoongate madness...

TO ALL ISLAMO-FASCISTS And their apologists Drink that green tea In which you’ve just drowned Your own miraculous fish. Swear to everything you didn’t have and never will That you Adore the smell of blood, Especially when Sticking to the walls. Your virginal erection Is wrestling with kidnapped legends. Yes, go ahead put extra sand Into your 1000+1 bodies mouth And caress the serpent’s crescent. You heard me right. You can kill everybody, the whole world! And then continue with All those virgins up there You didn’t have time to kill. Yes, you and you, Hiding behind God’s dirty robes. Lovers of cut-off heads But Haters of pets. Wrapping your mama Into a special delivery package; While Raping, beating, stabbing and cutting Forbidden Clits! Depending on what side The prophetic wind blows Through your teeth. Your brains are on high poles, Getting dry From all that shit rammed down Your illiterate nostrils, Pious, pompous Humpties-Dumpties. Beam them up! Up to another Planet, star, meteorite or non-solar system. Peaceful and Loving? Just asked your own poets Whom you Roasted and served On the Caliphate’s stolen plates. Worshipers of infected god, Borrowed from the other Sun-burned minds, Chewed and spat On the reflective Damascene steel. Holiest than holy DNA & TNT thieves & Beggar imitators, Afraid of statues. Somehow we all know how Empty everything is. How your childish martyrdom Is nothing else but A straw in a pig stale Purgatory Leading to even more stinky Heaven. Oh, I see! I’ve got it! Is this what you wanted in the first place? To reward your loved ones With your gift-certificate intestine Still full of shit, Hanging from the severed head Of Your brother and sister? You have separated yourself From the rest of us And No empty words Will change that; Not even the most Ornate and delicious ones, Bringing you to ecstasy and ancient delirium. I bet you have not noticed that sign: God slept here; God died here. NYC, September 2005