1. Your baldness is no cause for gloom
Your love for the bald is a slave's doom

2. I've spilled my seed and you've had your fill
Yet still you ask, shall we copulate still?

3. You renew your mold as if made of steel
No need for renewal, it does not feel

4. Her patience for fucking makes me suppose
She was hewn from stone, or perhaps from glass

5. She wears no veil, but only fiosels
The road too is covered, no tracks evince

6. You've melted from all this constant grind
A shred of strength remains, a bond inclined

7. If her patience matched her fervent heat
You'd be under the lash, low as sleet

8. If you applied your skills properly
You'd be Abdel Hamid's man, busy

9. Oh writers' stable, slaves must hide their state
Lest their fool's talk carry through the gate

10. Repel him if he presumes to approach
Give him the barren place, let him encroach

11. By God, Lebanon endures, six beats one
You cur at their hunt, ever outrun