B.I.H.
He’ll have 72 Helen Thomases to keep him company.
But first, a dirge/ode
Oh, listen you heathens from Lisbon to China
My cancer-racked prostate gets 72 vaginas
Well, can you top that with your false, pagan gods?
I bet you believe after death you don’t have bods.
But such thoughts benighted are strange to Islam.
And on sword day our kids get a face slash from mom.
I was the supreme leader of Shia, I declare
I played my sitar and sat down without a chair.