SUPPOSITORY AGAINST NUCLEAR DIARRHEA
Written By: Daniel de Culla Atop the Iranian Red Crescent Over the Strait of Hormuz Like a new Kermanshah earthquake of 2017 With far more evil and genocidal cruelty
SUPPOSITORY AGAINST NUCLEAR DIARRHEA
Written By: Daniel de Culla
Atop the Iranian Red Crescent
Over the Strait of Hormuz
Like a new Kermanshah earthquake of 2017
With far more evil and genocidal cruelty
Right inside and outside Iran
Trump spots the place where he can defecate
His weapons of mass destruction
Amidst rubble and desolation
Laughing and exclaiming:
-What good feed I'm going to give the Persians¡
I'm already licking my lips
It's coming. It's arriving.
Oh, what a moment!
-I've got the Strait of Hormuz open for traffic!
Trump tries to shove
A nuclear suppository up his arsehole
As the one in the enlarged photo
Singing while he shits
Because he can't stand up
To dancing his crazy psycho dance
Since the shit escapes him – nuclear diarrhea
With his surprised farts
That he dedicates to the ayatollahs murdered
By the Israeli savagery.
When he gets up after so much defecation
He wipes his ass with his fingers
Against the hidden wall of the crescent moon
Exclaiming, full of joy
At the emptying of his confused and stunned belly:
-I want to be the best Ayatollah in Tehran!
If I am King of the United States of America
I can also be the greatest Ayatollah
Of the Islamic Republic of Iran.
Right now I want
My subjects to go pray or shit
While I steal the oil
The rare earth elements and the Strait of Hormuz.
At midnight
Like Dracula of horror and criminal death
I will come to haunt the women affected
By my hostilities and crimes against humanity
Offering them my paltry support
Of an emotional madman
For the displacement and the loss
Of their loved ones
Because I feel like a king
As always savior¡
After shitting out so much shit.
That my ass is like a divine tambourine
That it resounds so well
That these Persians will bless
For being caught unwillingly
All the peoples, sad and silent
More like terrified!
That by my good fortune, and their luck
They will awaken my nuclear diarrhea
As we have seen in all times
Before infamous murderers
And perverse war criminals
Creating the most perverse wars
Raising false testimonies
Making us believe black is white.
Daniel de Culla, writer, poet, painter and photographer. He is a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, Nietzsche Circle, and others. Writes and collaborates in many poetry festivals and with various magazines and reviews all over the world.