Every day you take pictures with your advisers
Take a Clone bath with your dog
And think that the world
Is just waiting for you to bullshit
And you have every right
To win a Nobel Prize for your dog
You presume
Iran is waiting for Nowrooz
Staring to “Haft sin” set
No mister polici-dent!
Even with your Nowrooz greetings undelivered
No one perishes of none democracy
In my eyes you are
something in the size of an empty conserve can
that I like to kick you
And tell hey yoe!
You just deserve to be shot-off
You are so off
And I was so naive
That thought you’d do some shit
You just can say good night to your dog and tell you wife:
Oh Darling shake hands not with Berlusconi
He is a pimp
No one is there to tell you that
Gradually, your ears have turned to radars
Your noise branched out as Pinokio
When you were in a base in Baghdad
Your eyes turned to a mixture of 20 per cent Uranium and a little raspberry
When you were giving a lecture against the Iranians’ rights
Now your teeth are like F28
Day by day you are growing more
So much that no more
Kenyan’s
Or the people of Obama Island
No more pour into streets for you victory
You have evolved to a ball gum
In the mouth of Jerusalem children
Maybe Jeremiah Wright was right
That you have unseen Political AIDS
Even those gathering in Chicago’s Grand Park in the evenings
Say:
He was a carrot which had an inverted growth
A left handed Catch-wrestler
opponent to a woman
Hit a chair on her head
Then put the chair under her corps
robbed the belt, and left
to give a lecture in favor of united States
Every day you have a show
With Oprah Winfrey and your advocate Rock band
You gave the Jerusalem to the sluts behind the White House
Iran though, is not for sale
Hey, Yoe!
Hit the road and get lost
I wish your anthropologist mother has told you that
Iranians may blind you
By Sundis straws
Your grandma may has told you
Not to bark on Persians
Mister Barak Hussein Obama
By the way, out of which barracks
Did you still this name?
Of which Ibn Sa’d’s registrar office
You got this name?
Iranian children, here, write compositions like this:
He is not with us
He is not with you
He is with no one
He is no one at all
He disgraced the color Black
disgraced the White House
And Uncle Tom’s Cabin
He looks not like Nelson Mandela
He’s returning from doping cocaine and his mind is fogy
He is coming from Camp David
That is why I believe that you
Look like an empty mushroom can
Casted out by
Apaches and Chaparrals
Cowboys of fifties and sixties
You are from where
Our poet says:
“it sucks the fresh out of African flowers and shrubs
It sucks all wine out of Asian flowers
A city which is like a honey bees have
High in the sky
And the relish of Dollar
One day
Under which Summer heat
Thwarts down your wax
You hoary harlot?”
Hey Yoe!
Drank of Coke milk and enriched crack
You the forty-fourth botcher!
Fifth left-handed dumb of White House…You ain’t no shit
Mister Crak Obama!
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