Fugitive Fragments

by Mike McGuire

The Syrian Rap

Hysteria in Syria
they’ve lost their equilibria
it’s causing wide dysphoria
no food and getting wearier
no water aid criteria
some praying to their god Allah
and others to the Curia
depends on their insignia
But everyone is angrier
Assad has monomania
he’s fixed on his dystopia
while all around is bloodier
His wife is getting bitchier
her greedy hands are itchier
for dresses from Pierre Cardin
or trendy shoes from Louboutin
let’s hope she has bacteria
infect his genitalia
to spread acute toxaemia
throughout his pubic area
Then with no honoraria
strip all of his regalia
and send him to Australia
where we have wild reptilia
that feed on flesh and crania
while he screams out in mania
without an anesthesia
Then let in all the media
and other academia
who’ll publish with euphoria
all gory miscellanea
to give dictators nausea

Dictators should feel nausea
Because they are the cause, Oh Yeah!

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27 thoughts on “The Syrian Rap

  1. I hear a crescendo of drums while reading this. Brilliant rhythm and musicality and delightfully irreverent.

  2. A poem that packs a punch! Great writing, Mike. The rhythm of it adds to the power of the underlying theme and emotions, like drum beats getting louder and louder.

    • You’ve picked out one of the most dynamic features of the piece Angela. I love when a reader looks closely enough to identify the poetic devices in play. Much and many thanks.

  3. Powerful stuff – and clever – you nailed it, Mike.

  4. Nominated you for The Paragon of Fine Art Award!
    Check out: http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/2014/03/13/awesome-awards/
    Of course you don’t have to accept an award, just know you’re appreciated!
    Lots of love,
    Patty

    • What can I say Patty? Yet again you have chosen to honour me with recognition that validates and values my work and helps me to realise that my efforts are publicly recognised. I send you greatest thanks – Mike

  5. Strong stuff here–I like!

  6. Brilliantly written poem, Mike.

    You’re doing for Bashar Assad what Lord Byron did for Bob Southey and King George III in his poem The Vision of Judgement.

  7. I don’t think I’d disagree with any of that. Nice work, Mike. Sometimes all you can do with this kind of awfulness is to show the lunacy of it.

  8. this made me chuckle :)
    loving the humour :)

  9. Band or no band, the show must go on and an audio version would be a real treat!

  10. by all means – audio!

  11. I love a Gilbert and Sullivanish parody

  12. pi314chron on said:

    I think you have waaaay too much time on your hands…but…I love it, Mike! Now, can we expect a audio post of this one?! Please?!!

    Ron

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