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Uneducating a Suicide Bomber

If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold are carved along the red-light-district, 
then god must be a panderer. 

Am I not already rewarded? 
My woman is: an orange, perfect in the sun;
a watermelon, succulent; 
a mango with sweet nectar;
a passion fruit, freshly plucked.

One woman is ecstasy, 
two is hell’s gate.
A saphead is a glutton for pure virgins. 
Lives foolishly forfeit for peculiar sayings.

Let not this bird fly,
for the two that is promised?
When god became a sexist, 
it came to pass that man recreate himself, a lunatic,
and the woman he  objectified became the dominant sex.

Covet not the splendor of paradise, 
where the mansions in my father’s house are brothels
perfumed with the scent of intercourse.
A gift of seventy-two maidens 
is an everlasting punishment.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/30/2010 1:45:00 PM
Interesting, Earle well pointed facts. WOW! One needs to really know the esentials of life. Enjoyed your poem,..p.d.
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Date: 9/30/2010 10:02:00 AM
What an outstanding way to enjoy a day. I am so happy to be able to read the excellent poetry here at PoetrySoup today. Hope you are enjoying your day and finding much inspiration along the way Earle. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/29/2010 1:16:00 PM
I like poetry and words and you make a lot of very relevent points . Yes - Just a young boys dreams seventy virgins not a mans.
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Date: 9/29/2010 1:06:00 PM
One womna is ecstacy two is hell's gate.. nice expression, Earle
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