I AM THE TERRORIST, Leila Samarrai

I am the divine wind
I am the human bomb
Aladin gnawed to the bone

I yam what I yam’s
I am the Terrorist!

It does not matter where
It does not matter who
It’s easy to do it
From the turret
I do it with explosive, too

I yam what I yam’s
I am the Terrorist

I’ll get some cash after my death
Man who will wash my
He will have to wear gloves
No woman should touch me then..
But I won’t be vain, just dead (ly)

I’m the Killer Man
I’m the Killing Machine
I yam what I yam’s
And that’s what’s all I am

I’m the Terrorist.


Author: Leila Samarrai

I am a person of Himalayan seclusion, I am Atalanta in vestments of Helen of Troy, for me there is no term (aphorism there is, maybe). Cosmopolitan is too modest word for one who wanders across epochs without the help of the time machine. Some people consider me weird, because usually this is so when they do not understand something or someone that do not represent their existence. I love cats, an animals in general, I like challenges, I am persistent, I am combative (sometimes I can exaggerate in that - in all) If I were stylistic figure my mortal name would be Hyperbole. Read me. Know me. Conquer me :)

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