05-26-2024, 02:00 AM
Intrusive thoughts
I'm young Genghis
and the thing is,
I rather like the scent that comes from burning -
and not at all stomach churning -
refuse in waste to energy projects.
(did you think I was going to say
humans? That's a lazy
assumption. All Mongols ain't crazy).
I find sweet delight
to trace the eventual plight
of oversize rejects.
That, and geothermal energy.
Ah! I got a thought! There's merit in synergy
from the world's civilisations working together
in perfect harmony.
I must send a delegate to the emperor of China
and a gift, say a stuffed Mongolian mynah,
suggesting that they stop building the wall
and no doubt they'll receive my envoy with honour
(if they don't, then the emperor's a goner -
what's this? why do I get a boner
thinking of rape, slaughter, and pillage
of village after village,
cattle and sheep, and roasted pheasant -
or even better, a roasted peasant -
a king's dinner menu, just because I can?
Hang on, that's a nice sound - Khan!
Oooh Genghis, naughty, naughty,
all these nighttime thoughts are potty).
So as I was saying, I'll send out gifts
from my people, whom the world respects, no doubt
(and if they don't, they'll soon find out
about famine and this thing called plague,
a most beautiful ague,
even better than rabies
in enemy babies,
or a case of scabies
in my rivals' crotches.
Disgusting blotches
will disfigure the Han,
then the rest of the world's population
who don't acknowledge the Khan
as I engage in copulation
with female slaves from a broad swathe of my empire to be -
Ach! again I dream in the navel of the day
rather than focus on waste to energy projects,
maybe a business empire in Japan
in partnership with Sojitz
- a nice name for a future trading house -
that's it! now think of a petticoat and blouse
not a psycho killer in drag
dressed like a hag
body in a bag
Baghad! Baghdad!)
I'm young Genghis
and the thing is,
I rather like the scent that comes from burning -
and not at all stomach churning -
refuse in waste to energy projects.
(did you think I was going to say
humans? That's a lazy
assumption. All Mongols ain't crazy).
I find sweet delight
to trace the eventual plight
of oversize rejects.
That, and geothermal energy.
Ah! I got a thought! There's merit in synergy
from the world's civilisations working together
in perfect harmony.
I must send a delegate to the emperor of China
and a gift, say a stuffed Mongolian mynah,
suggesting that they stop building the wall
and no doubt they'll receive my envoy with honour
(if they don't, then the emperor's a goner -
what's this? why do I get a boner
thinking of rape, slaughter, and pillage
of village after village,
cattle and sheep, and roasted pheasant -
or even better, a roasted peasant -
a king's dinner menu, just because I can?
Hang on, that's a nice sound - Khan!
Oooh Genghis, naughty, naughty,
all these nighttime thoughts are potty).
So as I was saying, I'll send out gifts
from my people, whom the world respects, no doubt
(and if they don't, they'll soon find out
about famine and this thing called plague,
a most beautiful ague,
even better than rabies
in enemy babies,
or a case of scabies
in my rivals' crotches.
Disgusting blotches
will disfigure the Han,
then the rest of the world's population
who don't acknowledge the Khan
as I engage in copulation
with female slaves from a broad swathe of my empire to be -
Ach! again I dream in the navel of the day
rather than focus on waste to energy projects,
maybe a business empire in Japan
in partnership with Sojitz
- a nice name for a future trading house -
that's it! now think of a petticoat and blouse
not a psycho killer in drag
dressed like a hag
body in a bag
Baghad! Baghdad!)