First thing they do
 
First thing they do
is cut up your dick.
Then they tell you:
don’t eat this and that.
They take you to a desert,
you had no wish to visit in the first place.
The Promised Land, they say,
of bombs and snipers.
And everybody hates you
(and you can’t stop bickering
about the cost of living
and the price of milk and honey.)
The Chosen, yes, no doubt -
but one thing you know for sure:
next time you see a burning bush,
you’ll piss it out.