Once there was cursed word,
That every person can't afford to buy,
Because it's so expensive and so big,
Yet the word, like a drug, can make you high.
And now there's a man named George with all his coins,
Bought it after selling something from his groin,
He then opens the attaché case,
Where the holy word is placed,
The world is simple and it's actually "Hate",
Still, George speaks it in all the dates,
One Monday, he yelled at his driver,
And now the driver speak it to his lover.
The lover is speak it to their children,
And their children speak to eleven,
The holy word just spread and spread,
Until millions already take the lead.
And since the word has a curse,
It's effect immediately disperse,
All the people's body explodes in the count of three,
And then the world is finally at peace, finally free.
