MY SWEET JERUSALEM

MY SWEET JERUSALEM My sweet Jerusalem’ how my heart aches to see yr walls blossom with smiling fruit, how I wish I could wipe away yr longing tears, how I must eradicate the screams and shouts from yr breeze-block consort, can I ever turn yr red-ruster’d eyes blue? When the Velvet Blood-Drinking Imam comes and smashes’ yr rock, don’t hold out for second helpings, cos you’ll be fuck’d by stealth, and that wouldn’t be good for yer image; just keep doing the wrong thing, cos you’re so stylish! In the sixth pillar of Islam, Allah said No!!!!!!! But weather it’s Sunny or Shi’te, boarder line or St Peter, there will always be some-one bigger than I; so get out yer Tom-Toms and look to the East, select yr favourite porn-clip, and masturbate for a new beginning, and if yer don’t cum, saw off some fuckers head, post it on u-tube So only when we all cum together’ can we all be one! The shock-value is the real-crime, the real-crime is the shock-value, “paradox warning” accept the consequent, re-ject the anti-cedent, fuck the suppress’d premise, And give back, My sweet Jerusalem’