Dissecting a Mullah

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As he entered the room
Amused and annoyed
Suddenly everything became quiet
A chuckle here
A frown there
And he, at the junction
Of intellectual deficit and dearth
Looked up
Smiled
Assalam ul alaikum everyone

Silently honouring our latest discovery
Me and my friend, inaudibly agreed
More about the degree
To which it desensitized
All these years misunderstood
Was Karl Marx's religious opioid
Unaffected yet begging for it
A perfect candidate combines
Ridicule with entertainment
Tsk
Don't think
No guilt
Let's just dissect him

Starting with that mark,
What do you see?
Prostrating heads aren't much of a visual treat
Is slamming really a religious necessity?
I am a Muslim
Please praise me
Coming down
The request gets even more loud
With an untrimmed beard,
Wildly lingering on
Conventional rigidity and rigid convention
Rebelliously change forms
But one shape
Which stubbornly remains the same
Is that of his circular belly
Consuming permissible meals
Through prohibited means
Falling off it, we land
Just above his feet
Proudly living the life
Lived centuries ago
Trying to re-introduce male capris
Appearances they say
Are deceptive my friend
Islam is now a wearable brand
Mullahs rape and burqas sell
We are definitely much better than them


Good enough or you still need that darned lexotanil?

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