There was a man
who ran from Iran,
cause he could not stand
the spiritual quicksand
of being a fanatical Koran fan.

Leaving his clan's homeland
in the sand,
without so much as a plan
or a dram,
he scanned the span
of the just desert-ed land,
and
whispered this demand;

"O damn that clan in command,
whose brand of scam
I'd love to cram & ram
from the ashram
into an ashcan!
Yes, I have been banned,
yes, I have had to scram
but I am no bland
flash in the pan,
no meek lamb
on the lam.
O, I'd love to slam
that flimflam band
with the elan of dry spam
with the back of my hand.
O yes, O yes,
I can!"