Terrorist Chearleader Poem by Milos Jovanka

Terrorist Chearleader



Twirl the batons you infidels
And park the bleachers for Fridays mass
Your Heathen mascots tongue will bleed
Certified from my Jihads decree


Smell the breeze of rancid hot dogs
As Zealous parents wave team pennants
The marching band goes down the line
Announcing false idols grand entrance

With Cheers and Jeers are heard through all
Now I’m binding my time to make you fall
My arms are raised with false team s pride
Underneath their seats the detentions primed


My furies concealed with noble intentions
Erasing the amusement small pox influenza
Watch dollar store parents pray with grand cheer
Making false prophets out of star quarterbacks

More noise explodes from above the stands
Assaulting my senses with secular hymens
Like “Go; go tigers take us all the way”
My god’s instructions will make you all pay

For I’m a terrorist cheerleader
I’m a terrorist Cheerleader
I’m a terrorist Cheerleader
Now get on your knees if you want to be crucified

Get another rise in the fourth quarter
Still know one suspects what their sitting under
For 70 virgin hunks are waiting just for me
So goodbye late nights with my step daddy


I use to be a prom queen fanatic
Obsessed with trends and cultural statues
But inside Jesus I’ve found true love
Strapping on my cashmere with a dozen bombs


I’m a terrorist cheerleader
And were going to party like its 9/11
Blowing out the candles on falling two towers
While running from a cloud of hot asbestos dust
Watching as the firemen chew their last Mentos
Sitting back and watching the art of mass destruction

I traded my pomes- pomes for box cutters
Utilizing summersaults for frequent air miles
Earning a degree in stoic chemistry
While majoring the physics of super-fast ballistics

My cheer is the zeal of a modern zealot
Look behind the German blue see that I’m no Barbie
Preach behind the façade of Sweet
Comb behind the tassels of a combat mini skirt
You’ll find a sword in living lip stick gloss
Cut out in the formula of the glee sheep club

T-E-R-R-O-R-I-S-T
For the super bull Sunday Yah!

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