By Isa Lima

It’s time for lunch so I’m racing to the spot,
I got the windows down because dang it’s hot.
Summertime’s here and I have plenty of time,
asr ain’t two hours after dhuhr so I’ll be fine.

But on the horizon I see what makes me run,
a lot of t.a. walking around everywhere spoiling my fun.
That nasty eye candy’ll rot your eyes,
if you keep staring at it it’ll be your demise.

Jannahamburgers you taste so bad,
the very sight of you makes me all sad.
I’ll never get with you so I’m really glad,
on the day of judgment your haramness will go out like a fad.

They’re everywhere I go, I pass them in the hall,
they’re at work during the week, Saturday at the mall.
Want to look like them? Why would any Muslim dare?
Who the heck likes it when people stare?

Jannahamburgers you taste so bad,
the very sight of you makes me all sad.
I’ll never get with you so I’m really glad,
on the day of judgment your haramness will go out like a fad.

You might ask why I’m paying attention to them in the first place,
I’m not really, they’re just freaking everywhere, get off my case.
I’m an expert on flooring because I stare at it all day,
when I don’t respond to their flirting they think I’m gay.

Jannahamburgers you taste so bad,
the very sight of you makes me all sad.
I’ll never get with you so I’m really glad,
on the day of judgment your haramness will go out like a fad.

So pshh, lower your gaze, and don’t look at the fuel of hellfire.