In Paris, you may no longer dance.
If you're gay, you have narry a chance.
The girls are all veiled,
And the Jews are all jailed
In the Islamic Republic of France!
The young men fall into a trance
With the promise of eternal romance.
With bomb vests, they boast
Of becoming French toast
In the Islamic Republic of France!
A guillotine, new and enhanced,
For women who dare to wear pants.
From across the sea,
We will say, "C'est la vie,"
For the Islamic Republic of France!
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