The passion of Abdul

So happy were you to get out of Kabul
You circumcised your own name, Abdul

Now you’re in the Europeans’ elite
Your-ol’-penis longs his erector to meet

You flee the West, so corrupt and greedy
Or your wife, she’s getting too cheeky

Half the Halfmoon is swimming to Greece
You fly pilgrim class to the Saudis

ABDUL-Wahabis don’t give a mess
You pay, God bless, kill lambs for IS

Homeless noble, mobile phone merchant
Crawl back to the throne as holy servant

Humble Abdul, I admire your story:
Your old new name serves you poorly

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