I'm Gunna Pick A Fight With The MOD

I know you don't like it but it seems right to me

So I'm gunna pick a fight with the MOD

I used to call it the MOA

If you give a shit you know why straight away

My only hope for MI6 my only hope at all

Is that James Bond is real and has a crystal ball

We won't be overrun by Islam next year 

But by 2092 Sharia law could be here

Though our dark hued Muslim brethren are a peaceful lot

Like any other race one might lose the plot

Those mystic spinning Sufi really break the mold

For how high a Muslim gets as I soughta think I'm told

 

If there's one thing we learnt from Nuremburg

It's know What your doing when you run with the herd

Self accounting is the only requisite 

When you mention Blare`s woopsey in the desert

10 million people said  "it's not our war"

If we‘d of owened it we could have stopped it for sure

 

When I pay the tax on a packet of crisps

0.002 P goes to state terrorists

So I'm gunna pick a fight with the MOD

Or I'll resort to rhyming bitchery

◄ THE FOLLOWING VERY SHORT POEM IS DESIGNED TO INSTIGATE A DISCERNIBLE FEELING OF NONCHALANCE AND IS TO BE READ IN THE VOICE OF NOEL COWARD WITH TOO MANY CLOTHE PEGS ATTACHED TO HIS BOTTOM

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