Bin Laden in Hell

WHERE ARE MY SOFT and luxurious couches?
Where are my virgins in scanty attire?
Where is my wine in its solid gold pitchers,
And what's with the sulfur, the brimstone, and fire?
I recruited young martyrs, degraded all women,
I warred against infidels, killed them en masse.
So where's my reward for my service to Allah,
And why is this demon devouring my ass?

Previously published in The Daily Rhyme.

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